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Riven WightOnly here, in this place of solitude surrounded by centuries old tall oak trees, could Aurora truly trust that her feelings were her own. While she loved her brother deeply she was increasingly becoming more annoyed with him recently. Not that she could pinpoint when exactly it started happening, but within the past couple of months it seemed as if Seth was more on edge then general. Normally a sister probably would not care about a brothers mood swings enough to become agitated, but most siblings did not have an emotional connection either.
A soft clinking of sharp nails on cold stone caused Aurora’s black and white speckled ears to rotate towards the south directly to her left. Intelligent sapphire eyes peered into the gaps between the trees. Just beyond the trees loomed the spine of mountains that made up the southern border of the extensive property. Aurora could have sworn that she made it clear to her pack that she wanted to be left alone. Leaning onto the back of her padded paws to keep her nails from hitting the ground Aurora moved through the shadow of the trees like a whisper in the dark. Her jet black fur blended nearly seamlessly with the shadows cast by the trees. The only white in her fur was splattered in tiny drops of color on her ears and paws.
Walking on the pads of her paws made her footfalls nearly impossible to hear. With this silent movement, the black wolf made her way quickly through the trees, her ears pointed forward to listen to the sharp sound of nails. Pretty soon she found herself on the edge of a meadow watching a white, black and gray wolf walk tenderly through the opening of the trees. Brightly colored flowers cover the ground of the meadow giving the ground an appearance of a soft multicolored carpet.
This wolf was not a part of her pack, she knew every single member and what his wolf half looked like. The bright white fur that faded to black at his legs and paws, and the unique gray stripe was a pattern she had never seen before. Avina walked along the outer edge of the meadow making sure to keep to the shadows and to keep her nails from hitting the ground as she followed the larger males as he moved to the middle of the open carpet. Out of nowhere, the male plopped himself down on the flowers with a huff. It seemed to her like he was letting go of something that had been troubling him.
With her own huff she sad back on her hind hunches and continued to watch the new wolf. Was he a werewolf or just a wolf, she wondered with a tilt of her head. Avina squinted her eyes causing the skin around her nuzzle to wrinkle and expose her white teeth. There was intelligence in the eyes of the other wolf as if he was thinking of something other than the instinct to survive. Avina stood up once more and took a moment to glance back through the maze of the forest to where her house stood still hidden by trees. Her brother would not approve of her interacting with a werewolf that was not in their pack, much less a male. Aurora huffed at her brother. The puff of air that came from her soft gray nose was visible even in the dim light of the tree canopy.
Aurora took a few tentative steps forward until the sun from the open sky was illuminating her deep black fur giving a glossy look to the strands of hair. For a few long moments she just stood there unsure of rather the other wolf saw her or not. Finally she got the courage to continue moving forward. Her footfalls were graceful and precise, only on two or three steps did she crush a flower. Once she found herself within a few feet of the male she plopped down onto the ground the same way he had done just a few minutes before.
A soft clinking of sharp nails on cold stone caused Aurora’s black and white speckled ears to rotate towards the south directly to her left. Intelligent sapphire eyes peered into the gaps between the trees. Just beyond the trees loomed the spine of mountains that made up the southern border of the extensive property. Aurora could have sworn that she made it clear to her pack that she wanted to be left alone. Leaning onto the back of her padded paws to keep her nails from hitting the ground Aurora moved through the shadow of the trees like a whisper in the dark. Her jet black fur blended nearly seamlessly with the shadows cast by the trees. The only white in her fur was splattered in tiny drops of color on her ears and paws.
Walking on the pads of her paws made her footfalls nearly impossible to hear. With this silent movement, the black wolf made her way quickly through the trees, her ears pointed forward to listen to the sharp sound of nails. Pretty soon she found herself on the edge of a meadow watching a white, black and gray wolf walk tenderly through the opening of the trees. Brightly colored flowers cover the ground of the meadow giving the ground an appearance of a soft multicolored carpet.
This wolf was not a part of her pack, she knew every single member and what his wolf half looked like. The bright white fur that faded to black at his legs and paws, and the unique gray stripe was a pattern she had never seen before. Avina walked along the outer edge of the meadow making sure to keep to the shadows and to keep her nails from hitting the ground as she followed the larger males as he moved to the middle of the open carpet. Out of nowhere, the male plopped himself down on the flowers with a huff. It seemed to her like he was letting go of something that had been troubling him.
With her own huff she sad back on her hind hunches and continued to watch the new wolf. Was he a werewolf or just a wolf, she wondered with a tilt of her head. Avina squinted her eyes causing the skin around her nuzzle to wrinkle and expose her white teeth. There was intelligence in the eyes of the other wolf as if he was thinking of something other than the instinct to survive. Avina stood up once more and took a moment to glance back through the maze of the forest to where her house stood still hidden by trees. Her brother would not approve of her interacting with a werewolf that was not in their pack, much less a male. Aurora huffed at her brother. The puff of air that came from her soft gray nose was visible even in the dim light of the tree canopy.
Aurora took a few tentative steps forward until the sun from the open sky was illuminating her deep black fur giving a glossy look to the strands of hair. For a few long moments she just stood there unsure of rather the other wolf saw her or not. Finally she got the courage to continue moving forward. Her footfalls were graceful and precise, only on two or three steps did she crush a flower. Once she found herself within a few feet of the male she plopped down onto the ground the same way he had done just a few minutes before.
