Althea watched how the greens and blues were lifted into a fresh and spirited glow by the sunrise. Outside the cave, the sun shines on the horizon, golden petals spreading ever outwards into the rich blue sky. It is the striking flower of the sky that warms her days. It is the invitation to a new journey, that sunrise so extraordinary. The branches of each tree outstretch as if so magnificent of the reward they brought and sweetness gave within each one.
And waving Joel her last goodbye, Althea then runs and mid-shift turned to her wolf. One last glanced and she hurries down the mountain. Her paws kiss the earth with lightness and there was a dreadful feeling in her gaze. Then she stops, stays still for a moment, for if she moves she will take flight into the trees. She breathes slowly an
