Risaela was still feeling a bit down after Cyril's abrupt departure from the Lowlands, and she desperately hoped that he was okay, wherever he was going. Something horrible had happened to him, and if nothing else, Ris wished that there was someone out there who could help him feel better. Her forehead gave a little tingle where he had touched his nose to it, and the little silver girl was hopeful that the two of them would see one another again sometime in the future.
The young wolf was prancing along the line of the western border, tail swinging pleasantly behind her. Her paws crunched against the snow, and she followed the treeline as far northwest as she could. She stopped on the edge, angling her ears forward and thinking about how pretty Wild Rye Fields probably looked in the snow. Maybe she could go see Aunt Jessie and all of her friends over there sometime soon. She would likely tell Uncle Cloud about it this time, but she couldn't see that there would be any problem with her just going over to say hi - and the Rye wolves had told her that they were family, after all.
One paw stepped out over the border, but she hesitated when a blue jay flittered down to land in the snow ahead of her. She stepped a little further, watching it with a small smile. It'd be so cool to have wings like that.