Whiskey burn
It had been some time since she had last need the boys from Olympus. But now that she stood on the border that divided their packs, something was different. The scent markers had changed to someone that was unknown. Her brows would furrow. Had someone taken Olympus? Her mind drifted back to the night that a call had disrupted her sleep. The caller had requested her mother, and it was rare thing that anyone called for her mother during the night. Did that have something to do with the change in command?
Haunches would recline as she chose to linger at the border. The rain had vanished, leaving behind the cool touch of autumn. She had missed the sun and its warmth so she would stretch out along the plains, taking a moment to sunbath. Autumn had brought more than just sunshine and cooler weather. She was finally a year old. A small smile toyed with her lips. The world was at her feet, ready for the taking. |