Ashleigh walked the forest path leading to a place every wolf of Winter knew. The trail was decorated in flowers and twinkling lights so that none would ever lose their way.
She reached her hand up to touch one of the twinkling lights as his voice whispered in her ear.
‘…Even when war has broken out between the packs, the power has always been supplied….’
Summer was the reason this path was lit. The reason they could warm their homes and enjoy the comforts offered by electricity.
She sighed before continuing her way along the path. Then, climbing the final steps, a familiar sight came into view. At the end of the lights and flowers was a small archway.
“Blessed be the Goddess that guides the souls of these wolves,” she whispered up to the sky.
Ashleigh made her way across the rows of stone markers, some small decorative stones, some piled up high with decorations. Each of them was unique, representing a wolf of Winter that had left the world.
