Her world's gradual expansion had finally spread past the pack's territory and out into Kingsfall proper. Not far, but enough to really come to understand that distinct difference of being separate, alone. Without even the faintest scent of another wolf. Slowly, it would come to mean more and more to her, all of this space.
Her long legs stretched far, until her toes spread, as she lay within shadow and leaf litter at a notch in the roots of a redwood. Beneath the twisting braces, where it was dark and damp and smelled of decomposition, fungi had been flourishing. Now, when she moved her muscles, slow and liquid as though they were made of wet sand, it felt like the burn after a run without any pain or exhaustion. The light didn't just dance, it sang, a symphony she fully believed was real.
This was reality, and she never wanted to forget it.