Singing the song that's inside us all.

This is it. The familiarities of the wood area, just at the break of the trees, of which I'd once roamed. The smell of sharp pine and spruce trees fill the air as my petite frame passed through. Even the fertile dirt that had turned into mulch felt so close to home, where the now dying plants still remain as the fall slowly emerges.
This is it.

It's been two long years since I've been here, yet the smell of every land amongst Moladion never left my senses. It will always be familiar to me, despite how many other different scents linger.
Many trees had grown in new places, nothing looks quite the same, but I know these woods. Enocra, the most beautiful stretch of forest I had ever set my paws upon, even the swamps just before the valley I had grown to love.

A smile dances across my maw as I hesitate, in the depths of the woodlands, I stand still. My gaze casts and then roams beyond my point, attempting to catch any familiar bodies I once knew just at my year of four.
I shared a home with many, whether it was my pack land home, or just the open terrain where the gypsies roam. There was never a day that my paws didn't wander or venture, looking to annoy another soul; the darkest or the lightest.

There is one wolf I once ran into, her heart as light as a feather, even when she hid the burden of being such a leader. I remember how friendly she'd come to be, how close we had become in such little time, I even joined her pack just because of the comfort I'd received from her demeanor. No less the queen she was, or is, she had become a sister to me, and I enjoyed her company the most.

I knew before I breached Moladion, that she would be the first my weary mind would long for. I want nothing more than to set out and search for her, knowing the few places she just may be, but I feel that I should wait. My arrival should be a surprise to her, therefore I will make my way to Spirane just when the time is right. The said time has yet to approach, so I stand still, burning embers still roaming the dense forest looking for a wolf to bother, if once doesn't desire my own company first.

If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind.

Attila
- six - female - mate - imprint -Spirane -