Territory Discovery: Memorial Mound
In the depths of Spectral Woods, where the fog grows so thick that even the closest trees disappear from sight, the forest suddenly opens up into a small clearing. Sliver's of sun light, burning away at the mist, reveal a small mound, covered in lush grass and scattered weeds. At the crest of the little hill sit a strange sight: Lain into the earth are two small rings of oval stones, separating out circles of colorful flowers from the surrounding grass. And in the center of one sits an impressive moose skull, safely anchored in the dirt, still attached antlers spreading like wings above the display. It is clear that this place was constructed as a memorial a long time ago, though by and for whom seems long forgotten.
This was farther south than she'd ever been before. Usually she was drawn to the more cliffy terrain, either in the mountains, or more recently the red hills directly east. But, just like when she was just a naïve pup running around the woods, expecting to bring home her father, she had found no trace of the wolf who had vanished so many weeks back. This time she'd given up sooner, the optimism of youth long gone from her system. Now she was truly lost. She had the Pines, which should count for something, at least there were a few wolves there that she cared about; @Arion and @Eirian, perhaps even the strange, but interesting, @Eek. But it wasn't the same as family, and as much as she tried to deny it, there was a small part of her heart that yearned for that.
Which brought her down into the Spectral Woods. The last time she'd been here, she'd run into Kyna and @Sahalie on a snowy day, and despite some start up difficulties, they'd had quite a good time; Playing games… It seemed such a distant thing, childhood. The slate coated yearling shook her head, waving oversized, russet ears, there was no use in reminiscing. And what she'd come here for was something else entirely, or so she thought. She was looking for @Naira, her grandmother now the only remaining strand of family she had within her reach. The old woman was supposed to live down here somewhere… In truth, Nalda didn't really know why she'd come looking, what she expected to gain from the visit. She just felt this need.
But so far she'd found no signs of pack, only trees and fog, hardly what she'd consider a nice home; Like the Timbers are much better… She supposed everyone would make do with what options they had. Golden eyes blinked, narrowing to gaze through the thick white, her fur already heavy with moisture. But she continued, ever the explorer. And after a few more steps, the mist did seem to thin a bit, though what she saw beyond it was not trees, it was grass. Curiosity blooming in her chest, the young wolf continued forwards, tall, wet blades brushing against her as she started up a small slope, ears perked. The hill was small, and with long tendrils of fog still curling out from the surrounding woods, there wasn't much of a view from the little top. But there was something else. Tilting her head, the girl looked down at her find, lips pursing as she tried to make sense of it. The little monument was obviously made by someone, but who; And why?
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Thoughts ”Speech”