Night was starting to fall over the forests, the hint of the sun as it started to fade into the horizon. It was fascinating how the earth so easily devoured the sun, trapping it in it’s core to give the moon the time to shine, the ancestors the ability to look down on them and protect them. It was then that they offered guidance. Rhaegara had never been overly spiritual. She believed in logic above all else… however her roots were important to her. They always had been. Her parents might be gone, and her siblings might be scattered to the winds, but she was not the last Rayvne. She had a daughter, powerful and strong-willed already.
She was wrestling with her to get her to settle down just outside of the pack den, because soon enough they would both be resting, but she was also getting old enough that she could start to truly hear and understand stories, pulling her daughter close to her and nuzzling at the top of her head in an affectionate manner. “Little Dove, it’s almost time to sleep.” She cooed out softly. “When we sleep, those who came before us watch over us in those big bright stars up there.” She explained softly with a bittersweet tone and a soft but saddened smile. It was still hard, even after this time, to know that her parents were up there now, and not walking this earth alongside her to give her advice.