I can barely contain myself as I walk back and forth, my paws digging into the earth, momentarily forgetting the silly girl with the mask. I force myself to look and then reevaluate my growing obsession; my burning need to see what she does that keeps her family by her side. Is it the way she adoringly looks upon them? Her eyes bright with the obvious love she has for her parents. Or maybe it is the rapture that envelopes her features as she listens to intstruction, her mind clearly attempting to process the information. She does not get in the way nor does she cause waves. Is that why her parents are still here and mine has left m; my birth mother choosing death over raising me.

My heart pounds as my frustration grows, my tail even begins to lash behind me in a semi violent way. My breath little clouds before they too disapate and leave me alone within the gash that I had made within the snow. Droplets of water cling to the fur that adorns my legs, cooling my skin and bringing me out of the haze for a moment. Long enough for me to notice that my darling precocious pup is no longer several lengths ahead of me. She should have long disappeared but no, her scent hangs heavily in the air and my head snaps up to lock eyes with her. My own multihued orbs delve into her mahogany ones, the rage still simmers within my depths. I want to lash out at her, to cause her to scamper away from me with fear but I can not. My body does not listen to my command to lunge and I only stand there.

Our breath dance before us, her silvery pelt almost blending in with the snow despite the fact she was not white. But that made it better in my eyes, with the other streaks of color she…she…what am I thinking?! Finally I cannot take it any longer. Eyes narrow as I snap. ”WHAT?!” If I could I would cross my arms across my chest and huff like the child I am. Instead I just glower. ”Isn’t it rude for princesses to stare?” I bite out, clearly upset and handling it horribly. I take a step closer to her, head lowering as if I suddenly viewed her as prey. I wanted her to run, to flee before the wretched creature that is I so that I could pity myself in privacy.