A young and adventurous pup, her curiosity became her downfall on night when she snuck away from her den. She traversed the mountains and found herself among the plains, a vast and open area. Despite feeling exposed, her intuition failed and gave way to playfulness when she encountered a small butterfly upon her nose. When the butterfly began to fly into the field, Judith recklessly ran after it into the field. She ran right into the chest of a rival pack who did not hesitate in mercilessly ending her life, howling at their triumph and lack of empathy. The howls could be heard back up the mountains to her pack who returned the howls sorrowfully.
Waxing Crescent Moon
Summer