Passerine

//sociable, loyal, headstrong, spiritual//

Rain Dove and Noctilucent lay with bodies intertwined as she gave birth to a second litter. Their first, just two small pups, had not survived, but this time things were more hopeful. Three healthy pups were already stumbling about the dry leaf litter, dragging their tiny bodies to nurse, and a fourth was arriving. The last pup was slightly smaller, but more noticeably the little wolf was stunningly red- the bright color of cardinal feathers. Like his mother, his dark head bore the mark of the moon: a pale crescent shape between his eyes.

Since his birth, the wolves of the pack knew Passerine was important. He played and tussled with the other pups, but he also spent hours staring into pools of water, or arranging stones in strange patterns, and seemed to hear things the other wolves did not. It seemed he might be the future leader of this pack, though only time could tell.

12/28/2020- With a heavy heart, Passerine took the role of the clan’s herbalist. He once again entered the little space Fortune had carved out for herself- that patch of hard-packed bare earth between the old fallen oak and some large rocks, surrounded by young trees and undergrowth. Her scent still lingered here, woven in among the sharp scent of flowers and bitter herbs, but in a way that was different than before, in a way that would only continue to fade and never be replenished.