They had just abandoned the natal den that morning, Ellery finally joining the pack officially in the much larger expanse of the communal cave. Nineva was glad to have made the transition, proud that her daughter was growing so quickly and happy that she would be able to socialize even more with her pack mates, but she also possessed a certain measure of sadness that she kept well-hidden. Before Elias had proved himself, Nineva's plans for the future had been set on single motherhood. A sense of just the two of them, inseparable no matter what the world through at them, had been idealized within her head. It was still that way, in a matter of speaking, but their private moments would be so much fewer now, and Ellery would grow to rely on so many other wolves besides Nineva.
Wolves that were likely to break her heart over and over again.
Nineva watched her daughter play as she lay upon the scarce grass that grew yards away from the pack's den. For now, it was just the two of them, the others resting within the dark cave or gone working throughout the forest. The fireflies were out in force and the moon was hidden, allowing their glow to shine its brightest. She remembered convincing Rose to sneak out and chase down a fallen star, her favorite memory of her sister, and one she was reminded of every time she took a moment to watch the curious insects float.
"Ellery," she called, as her daughter began to slip a bit too far away. Nineva didn't like to let the girl out of her sight, and didn't feel like chasing after her tonight.