this night sky has me wishing for the light

Perhaps there was nothing entirely wrong with the life that she now began to lead in Moladion; she was getting a second chance with the possibility of normalcy. Already, there was the opportunity to join a quickly growing pack in the deep forests of this land and that alone gave her the slightest sliver of hope. And still, she was not the same as she once had been. Her mate and children lost to a time that seems so far away now as she lingers on such memories. The day that she had found the cold body of her lover was one that will never be able to be erased from her mind and that alone brings an incurable sadness to her soul.

There is good and bad in her life, just as there is with all living things; and though this hinders her in some regards, she continues to live her life with as much happiness as she can manage. This meekness, however, does affect her interaction with others and though she longs to become one of Taviora, she finds that she is struggling to immerse herself within the social life that encompasses the decision. She is not entirely sure if she is ready for such a thing just yet. And so this indecision has her lingering within the confines of a rather desolate cavern upon this night - her vivid nightmares not allowing her to sleeping throughout the darkness as she once had. She is deep within the grotto, her inky paws dangling into the small stream of water as she watches the ripples in the light that filters through from above.

She is aware that others come to this place and she does not fear an encounter, though she is wary of each sound that echoes through the halls; the soft tapping of nails against the stone, the drips of water down the shards of rock upon the ceiling, the muffled voices from afar. They are all taken note of and addressed as nonthreatening for the most part, although the reverberations of someone much closer causes her auds to stand upright as she perks up, her bright teal eyes moving toward her right as the noise silences. She is frozen in this posture as her heart thumps excitedly in her chest, perhaps not from joy of another's presence, but more of anxiousness. Her ears pivot backward as the approach of a second travels down the tunnel and his voice calls out into the darkness of the cavern. He is speaking to the other and though she knows that these may very well be a danger to her life, her curiosity bests all fear for the unknown. She is fast and able to escape if need be.

So she rises from her perched position and steps tentatively closer to the voices, her paws silent against the ground as she is careful in her movement. There is a slight bend and she is smart to keep herself close to the wall as she edges around, peeking her dainty head out to peer at the couple who were now conversing.

eight years - no paramour - no home!