It wasn't enough, this freedom, to do what she wanted and when she wanted to do it. Adonis didn't bust into her conversations - not that she minded him doing so, she just wanted to have friends too. At the mention of his name in her mind, she finds her spirit kind of dampened, and she discovers she wished she knew the way home. Most wolf cubs would be afraid, but Atania finds a relative calm washing through her. She finds more of a will within herself to go out on her self-appointed mission to find out who and what this white female is. She has never seen something like this before, and so far, the dark wolf she has been following has proven to be nothing more than a silent hunter of wolves. A demon, or so the angels say, had been her savior thus far. She has piggy backed off his and his mate's shared meals, moving behind them to keep herself healthy.
Every now and then, the female would chase her away a few paces, but almost always she was accepted by Tobias. Speaking of the male, she wanted to find her cousin. The white wolf of her dreams appears behind her and speaks softly...He is within the depths of the swamp, in Iromar. I have been watching him. Nevermind that Atania had herself checked his scent at the border, along with the female. The white female is but a figment of an imagination come to life, a following of real events to give the spectre knowledge. Though, what has called the young female away from home, and to the wolf who alone survives the motherhood of Atania's aunt, Jaidah. The young tarnished silver girl whines softly in lonesomeness, hoping to find someone to distract her soon. Yellow lamps of bright gold and yellow move around as the daughter of Natalya seeks others of her kind.
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