Homesteading is for Suckers

Tally was dancing through the trunks, her body weaving and waving and circling through the density of the trees, eyes stared up at the patterns she traced. She giggled lightly as she moved, not a care in the world, her paws moving swiftly as she danced through the trees. Wasn't that what one normally did? Danced through trees? She had been growing steadily bored as the days passed, as her life slowly dialed over to the anniversary of her birth and beyond. It was about that time that most wolves shed the old skin of their childhood, leaving behind most whimsy and almost all the wonder to step into their new skin of whatever field they were most interested in. Many nights, and many more days spent staring at the trees came up with little to no results for the lost gypsy. All she knew was that she wanted to be at her brother's side, helping in his endeavors.

And yet, she danced, alone, in the trees.

It was when she stepped in soft undergrowth, the sound of her quick paws masked by the dew that clung to them that she heard a semi familiar voice and something far from familiar. She perked and blanched practically at the same time, freezing behind a trunk that was nearly double her size. That..was someone she knew, right? The wolf of the sky. She had been intrigued but far too young to really know this wolf, but those tones were familiar. But that other sound, the voice that spoke before...that was not familiar. For a moment she is fearful, wanting to flee and call for her brother and have him deal with the stranger. But another much larger part wanted this adventure, wanted to sit in a circle of her clan mates that night and tell them of how she faced the stranger and how brave she was. Surely she could be a knight in armour, right? With a much more determined look painting across her face she spun around, stepping from behind the trunk and speeding towards the pair. "Mithras!" She called, a happy grin upon her lips, only remembering his name because he spoke it seconds before she decided to come out. She knew this wolf, at least vaguely. Who could forget a wolf painting with the universe. Her bright golden eyes shifted towards the stranger, her smile weakening but never falling. But she didn't address him, no, instead she stepped closer to Mithras, grinning. "You've returned!"

"Burn Baby Burn"