It’d been several days since her return to the Cove, and Star was doing a good job staying nearby. The reddish pup hummed as she traversed the rocky terrain, skilled paws silently gliding across the stony, icy ground. Nearing her yearling stage of life, Star had become well-versed in how to move on the mountain, and off of it. The wanderlust had hit her hard and her itchy paws were dying to take her everywhere she could find.
But she was good now. At least, for the moment, she was content to stick around where her pack was. She’d missed them, after all, and it felt nice to have their scent on her fur again.
Silvery green eyes scanned over the mountain as she reached a small rise, her tail wagging as she tilted her head into the wind, letting it blow her fur back.
It was a nice place.
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Honey