My golden tipped fur had absorbed the last rays of the sunlight for the day as rain clouds rolled in above the green canopy. The smell of it was upon the air and it was this time that I had always enjoyed the most. My thoughts wander back to Celeste and all that she stands for; the art of fur and beauty as she had said it. I don’t think that she would enjoy the oncoming rain as much as I do. It is such a wonderful thing that brings life and replenishes all of the earth’s creatures. But I admire her still for her adamant nature in all things aesthetic.

Eyes of lavender peer out from within my secret cove amidst Taviora’s woodland depths until I can handle it no longer. I simply must rejoice in this gift the heavens bring.

I rise to my paws and take to a light jog from my haven, the winds of the storm blowing in toward my face as I weave through the trees with adept form. I have remembered every inch of this beautiful forest and I take a seldom used path to exit it and head toward the wild woods of Moladion – those ungoverned by laws of pack and alpha alike. My trail takes me into the western most side of the forest and I immediately catch upon something different within the scenery. As the rain begins to pour down I notice that there are many, many tracks within the sodden dirt. Not as many as normal and when I lean down to sniff at them it is clear that they are of the same wolf.

By my own powers of deduction, I decide that the poor stranger simply must be lost and we cannot have someone lost while I, the forest nymph herself, is around to guide them. With a flick of my tail I am moving in and out of the cover of the branches as I track the most recent scents of the stranger, my pursuit bringing me to a muck covered female who sits so quietly beneath the heavy branches of a fir tree. She does not appear to be disgruntled or confused with her current situation; and I cannot help but chuckle lightly at the fact that Celeste may very well have had an aneurysm if she had found this girl.

I approach her beneath the shelter of the branches with a gentle smile upon my face, pale eyes looking her over once before speaking in a kindly tone. ”Are you lost? You don’t appear to be but your tracks said otherwise,” I question her to ensure that I do not have the wrong wolf.