Zephyr Rill Looking backwards to move forward

A trick of the light. Lilliana had to wonder if maybe a trick of the light was a physical being or something otherworldly, but she wouldn't ask the question out here, in front of the stranger. Maybe she would ask Aytigin when they got home, or one of the other wolves that wouldn't think her childish for her vivid imaginings. She managed a shaky breath, a brittle smile offered to the white wolf that had come to check on her. "Umm, thanks." She offered meekly before burying her head back into the fur of her father's chest. "C-can we go home now?" She asked her father with wide mismatched eyes. That was quite enough adventure for one night she was sure.

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