Bird of Omens, Ill harbinger of blight
The butterfly eludes paws as I try my hardest to catch it, to harbor its beauty within my paws. Yet large clumsy paws get in the way and defeated I slump into a pile of puppy mesh. That is until I see my parents. My mother is soft and sweet while my father is looming and strong. I received the best from them both even though I walk upon annoying paws with legs like stilts. Mother says that I will grow into them and will be magnificent but isn’t mother’s supposed to say such things?
Turning I scamper back into the meeting, squeezing my tiny body between my father and mother. I do not do this to be a nuisance but I wanted to be near them both. Eyes peer out at the pack as they approach, watching my father and how he interacts with them. He says he is a king and I am a prince but it is all too big for my head right now. I do not care about my status, why should I? Is being a prince more fun than chasing butterflies or swimming? I think not and I seek to enjoy my youth by not growing up too soon.
I am content until another youth jumps upon my father, demanding things of him and instantly I stand. I would have released a puppy growl if it was not for mother’s tail sweeping over me. No one stands up to father like that! I want to do something, anything but I don’t. Turning my head away as father ignores him. Had I been king I would have knocked him on his tush for being so insolent. A frown twists my features but only for a moment for a pretty she wolf smiles at me. Her name being Alaina…Lana…or was it Arianna? Either way I beam back up at her, puffing my chest out like how I seen my father do when he wanted to impress mother.
And then another female smiles at me, causes my tail to thump madly. I was a chick magnet, whatever that was. I had heard some males say it in Spirane. Yet she does more than smile she actually speaks and suddenly I am shy. ”Yes Miss. I would like that I think.” I look towards mother for approval. It would be nice to have friends. After catching her expression I return my gaze to the white lady with the red heart when another boy bounds up. He is excited and bubbly which only makes my tail thump harder. Then he turns toward me and speaks. My face screws up as I approach him, stopping before him and cocking my head in inquisition. ”I do not understand the way you speak. Is it some game?” I ask him, studying him. If it is a game then perhaps he could teach me as well.
The Raven waits with vengeance in his sights