08-16-2021, 12:15 AM
Though the prophecy was given, it took time to get over to the mountains. There was patience to her step, she knew one way or another west held what Vendrussel needed to go to, but there was never a time limit to such paths. When she entered the familiar scent of pines, and mountains plenty around herself, a faint smile wisped from her face - warm and dear, like a long lost meeting. She was getting closer to familiar grounds.
The blue wolf weaved herself through the trees, a quiet, but pleasant stroll.
The blue wolf weaved herself through the trees, a quiet, but pleasant stroll.
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