Aspen Cry

Lore Wolf: Info TBA

Notable Moments: 

"Rest."

The alpha's voice echoed throughout the cave where the herbalist stood, her eyes drooping and tired. The old wolf turned, her ears lifting as she looked at her superior. 

"But--"

"Rest. Take the rest of the evening to yourself. You are wearing yourself down, Aspen."

"Tala," The old she-wolf begun, her muzzle stiff-furred and grey with age. Her voice croaked a little, paws still stained with the days long work; beautiful earthy shades tinting her light paws. She looked down at them for a moment, and then back up, the deep, stern gaze of the wolf opposite causing her to tremble slightly. As close as they'd become over the years, she'd never not feel intimidated by Tala's fierce presence. "Winter is coming, and you will need a new herbalist. My time left is short. it may be--" Aspen stopped speaking, and coughed roughly, clearing her throat immediately after to finish her sentence. "...it may be  a matter of days."

Tala's stance straightened, and she snorted, blinking as she watched the wolf with eyes that seemed to almost glow in the fading evening light. She nodded, and turned away, padding out and back towards her own cave. Determination was something she found to be so admirable that she could not deny her herbalist this request; someone who so fiercely dedicated her life and knowledge to her pack had stained a permanent mark on Tala's heart