🕊️ Alnamnima 🕊️

The old wolf turns to you, her eyes still bright. She's laying down, three pups snuggled close to her. "Ah... Hello there."

"My name? It's Alnamnima... But you can call me Wren." She chuckles, yawning. She looks up at the sky, watching the clouds go by. "Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but ourselves and immortality." She speaks it softly before turning back to you. "Thank you for visiting me, but why don't you go say hello to others? It is getting late and my body is exhausted. I must sleep." She curls up with her pups, and with a strong gust of wind, she's gone, as if she was never there in the first place.

Wren was one of my favorite wolves but was also one of my first. She had been my highest stat wolf up until the moment she passed, and I really do miss this old coot, despite her only being a bunch of pixels.