"Its not far now, mother..." Her words crack through the chill of the crisp morning air. Her voice is broken, mingled between the light-hardheartedness of youth and her aging as she formed into her teenage years. Already she had grown into those big ears, her paws still far too large despite the fact that she was nearly eighty pounds, and only a hint of delicate blue remained in the pale silver of her gaze. Next to her mother, she was nearly as rounded, nearly as tall, suggesting at this age she would out-stand her mother in time (and soon after, even if father). Ravenna Lyall smiles upon the scenery, the first of the scattered willow trees as they make their way through the Drooping and towards the boarders of their home. Ravenna had loved her ventures with her mother, exploring the lands beyond, though after the certain events which had taken place, the young girl was eager to return home: return to her father, to Niles, to Isolde and (although perhaps not as close) the rest of the pack which were just as much her family. She pauses, only as her mother takes a stumble, making sure that her mother could lean on her for support, although it was obvious in her mother's gaze it pained her to do so... Ravenna wanted to tell her mother everything was okay, though held her tongue. She would not make promises she could not keep.
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