Whispering Flame

Traveling wolves:
Kaleidescope - #6071437

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Whispering Flame (Whisper for short), named for her striking red and grey fur, reminiscent of smoldering embers, quietly stalked a small whitetail doe grazing under the moonlight near a strange cave. She was alone. She had no pack yet. She wasn't sure where she came from, but she knew that she needed to find herself a pack. She crouched, preparing to give chase, when suddenly, a beam of light appeared from deep within the cave. Startled, she stood straight, giving her away to the doe. With a frightened grunt, it darted off. Frustrated at the loss of much needed food, Whisper sat down with a huff. She scowled at the ground.

But then that strange light caught her eye again, and she peered at the cave curiously. Cautiously, she walked to it. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the cave walls were inscribed with designs she had never seen before. Swirling lines that seemed to dance in a never-ending waltz. Around and around they twirled. In wonder, Whisper delve deeper into the cave. She lifted her nose and took a deep sniff. Though the cave didn't smell musty and bitter with age, it didn't smell like it was inhabited either. In fact, it smelled somewhat sweet, like wildflowers. Though the cave should block any sunlight, the soft moss and grass never grew sparse or stopped. And even more interesting, that strange greenish glow seemed to emanate from deep in the cave. On she went, until she reached a break in the tunnel. To her left and far right was the entrance to another passage, and up ahead, the cave rounded out and ended, creating a cavern.

Above her head, a small tunnel lead to an opening, allowing a sliver of moonlight to beam through— though Whisper didn't think the light came from that. The moss and grass seemed to take on a glow of their own, almost alien in nature, and with each heartbeat, the glow appeared to ebb and intensify, visually humming with the rhythm of her heart. From that hum, came an odd warmth. The Great Northern Winds were beginning to bring a chill as the Summer Goddess entered hibernation and Fall awoke from his own slumber. And yet, this cave was pulsing with its own light and filled with life giving heat. Perplexed, Whisper peered into the two other passages. They too glowed. But there didn't seem to be much more to them other than more entrances into the cave.

Whisper went to take a step, but stumbled over a rock. She glanced down. Huh.