Early morning on the 11th in the mountains. Think 1 or 2 o'clock.
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The night settled into the land blanketing it with a comforting darkness. Soon the stars appeared one by one and the moon rose high in the sky. The millions of starts blinked in and out of existence like overexcited fireflies, and they formed a thick band across the sky that took up half of the upper world. Kiara was standing outside hoping to avoid another one of Shiloh and Aleo's fights. Ever since Shiloh miscarried it seemed like they did nothing but fight. Kiara looked up, her thoughts racing through her head in a confused swirl. Her meeting today with the coywolf was not the most pleasant one to say the least. He creeped her out in many ways and the way he had been so intimate with her made her skin crawl. Kiara didn't know what she would have done without X'yrin there to help her.
Kiara shook her head and stared back up at the sky, The snow wolf let herself go, she let all of her thoughts and feeling just drift away into the dark expanse and a strange calmness enveloped her. She didn't know how long she sat staring at the sky, but eventually her tranquil state was interrupted by the most amazing sight. The Northern Lights began to dance across the sky, the slow curtains waving in an invisible breeze. Kiara jumped to her feet, excitement boiling to the surface. She needed a better look. So Kiara ran, or at least trotted over to the mountains. The arctic wolf moved as fast as her injuries would allow her to go. Her head was raised to the sky and her paws lightly treaded over the deep snow.
After some searching, the snow wolf managed to find a place where the trees were thin and the mountains were high. It was within the neutral territories but for once she didn't care. The sight was beautiful and it reminded her of home. In the arctic north, the aurora borealis was a common sight and could be seen even during the dark days of winter. Here, the aurora was not so common and Kiara found herself with a renewed appreciation for the spectacle. She also felt a pang of homesickness, something she had not felt for several weeks. Kiara missed her home in the north, but she wouldn't leave the Ichika pack for the world. The arctic wolf opened her jaw and began to sing. Her melodic howl flowed into the valleys below her and drifted high into the heavens. She didn't care who heard her, she was simply filled with a calm joy and needed to share it with the world.
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