She didn't know what she was doing out this way. She was really just wandering. Her ribs were healing still, they would take a while to be totally painless. It seemed like no one in the pack had been unscathed, as if that damnable war had touched each and every wolf in the pack. She was sure the other packs were as bad off as they were.
Nearby, a willow stood, it's bark good enough to be pulled to use in minor pain relievers later on. She walked over and slowly began pulling the bark, thanking the tree silently for it's gift to her and her packmates. A nearby voice caught her attention, and her head lifted. For a moment, it had sounded like Lucifer. She knew he was dead, though. And then she realized who it was. It was her Noah, her sweet grey son. She followed the sound of his voice, and the acrid scent of...smoke. She wrinkled her nose at the smoke, but kept following his voice. Soon she could see her boy sitting and talking to himself.
"Noah!" Joy filled her voice, her tail wagging excitedly. Her son was here. She knew he was, buit she hadn't seen him since moving back. And here he was. Her son, her joy. One of her beautiful boys, one whom she was thrilled to see the first time since Lucifer.
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