Life was good.

It felt secure. Safe. It hadn't felt that way in how long? A year, more? From the coming of the first mass dream up until the last stand, each day was a wonder if it would be her last - all of their last. Despite being a woman who wouldn't allow herself to fear death and felt a sureness of just where she will end up when she died, it felt so good to be alive. All of them were. The little family she had created with Sreda. Her packmates. Even their one loss of life with Vitus had been a swift reunion, whether her nephew was happy to be back in the land of mortals or not.

The northern queen had no worries, no fears. At least nothing like she had before with the thought of the whole world's collapse. She had only her people to think of, her growing pups, her…lover? Well certainly Wardruna thought of Sreda more than just a lover. She was her dearest friend. The door-opener to the woman's long awaited desires.

Wardruna rolled around the lupine flowers most ungracefully (she was not a particularly graceful woman). Their were fucking tons of them on this hill since Sun's return! A sun which warmed her coat now even as wind whipped through the hillside. Nothing would steal her from her serenity this day.