Facing History

As much as it would alert the other members, Arian watched as she pulled up her head. The irresistible urge of every wolf, a howl to release feelings. Her own found itself pulling back, joining in with Avalon's own voice. This was what it felt like to be alive wasn't it. Living, breathing, even if it hurt, but the joy they felt would comply with all that. If they survived it would just mean another day of struggling. Yet Arian wanted to struggle until her muscles were sore. No matter how many times she had believed she would be better off not being here. Now she simply wanted to create a great future. She wanted Sonticus to survive. Most of all she wanted her, and her family to continue being here until their very last breaths.

As Arian pulled her head down again, she caught her breath up. Shuffling her paws as she had stood up and her tail working to keep her balance. She supposed, it was time for bed. "You are free to choose any den you want inside, it's warmer than the outside. Goodnight, Avalon." Arian whispered, as she pressed into her for a moment. It was time to return to her mate, and perhaps have enough time to think about the events that had transpired to this day. She was glad that Vereux had shown Avalon to her pack. She felt that her life was going to change for the better from now.

-exit unless stopped-