They would not be separated for long, not in the physical sense. Greer's gentle touch was chased down with one of her own. The auburn wolf licked underneath his chin, and then she led her mate away, tail swinging easily as she trotted. A small smile spread across her lips - this was not the life a young Kyna had ever imagined, but this was a life she would never exchange. For all her personal struggle, there were such good things, too. Her mate. Their daughter. Their pack.

The wolves of the mountain. The wolves of the aurora on high.

Greer and Kyna.

All she needed.

Fade.