My senses tell me this stranger is dangerous, but not like the monsters- no, it wasn't that type, it was still dangerous but in a different and much less obvious way. I lowered my head a bit more as I really concentrated, there was somethingb different about this she-wolf that I like and yet that warns me, confliting interests for sure, and already my young mind was flooded with ways to handle this but which to pick I am not yet certain. Too many options. I guess it all depends on the outcomes then, which lead to the most promising situation, yes that should be smartest, and I am determined to make myself stand out like something special to this stranger. My ghostly eyes glowed as I mentally decided this thing, and the way the light bent seemed to highlight my white fur in light golden.

I am not the typical playful going to turn one year old wolfess pup you typically see, I am not so unknowing of things, am not so innocent to the sins of Moladion, I have seen more than one my age should see, I am not blind to the happenings in the night, I had learned how to avoid and hide myself. I did not want to become just another snack for a giant fearsome wolf, I don't even want to be seen by one, because onece they see you they come back for you again and again until they get you. There's no time for that on my agenda, no time at all for being hunted, no they must wait for that. They must wait until I am grown up, until I can lash back with every ounce of my strength, until they can remember who I am, until they both hate me and fear me. Maybe then it can be learned, maybe then they can learn their mistakes, and the call of victory can be heard. For now it is just a dream of mine, a dream I will continue to keep aiming, firing, and gunning for. I am small for my age, smaller than most my age, and maybe this makes me look so pitiable at times. I don't like being pitied even a little, and my ghostly eyes widened a bit as she moves, her muzzle coming closer to check me I think, before I blink and regain control over my small surprise. She was seeing if I smelled like anyone she might know I think, but really I don't smell like anyone, besides maybe rains and grass and plants.

"Wolf. Big ones. Well the one I saw." I don't think I saw all of them. "They walked like the mountain cats, or stalked like we were the prey. They did not talk. Just growling and attacking. Words did nothing to even make them hesitate." I honestly am unsure if they were all a type of misunderstood pack of mutes or something, but then why would they just attack us, and chew those they killed like fresh deer? "My name is Aerith." It has always been called a pretty name, and somebody said it meant angel in their language, what language it is I am not so certain, but am I an angel? I am not so sure they are real, but then again the monsters were real right? Did they chase me because of my name, because of what it means, or what I am or who my parents are? That I don't now.