Dance, my little puppets,

Win/4.1/02  

     There was a blurred line in the identity of Nakki. She reacted and morphed to her packmates and so, there was very little of “herself” involved in anything she did. It was all for others, about others, or around others. And because she was so intuned with morphing herself the resulting question was who she was on her own? Well, it was something of a mystery, and left up to the interpretation of others because Nakki herself didn’t do much soul searching. However, the identity thing had come up to her, because as she watched the playful almost-adult rolling in the snow, she wondered about that happy soul she saw in those peculiar mismatched eyes. Nakki couldn’t imagine being so thoroughly overjoyed at the idea of rolling in snow, but the little squirrely wolf made it look so delightful. Heck, she even looked a bit like home to Nakki, who thought her fur color to be very attractive. Aside from that aweful white on the younger female’s face though… too bad she was to be scarred with that. Her eyes, however made up for it. Nakki was partial to red eyes, and it intrigued her that it appeared from this distance that the youngling only had one iris.

     Nakki titled her head and then trotted up to the puppy, not in anyway threatening. Her pink eyes were dull, and she ears flopped lazily. If she was anything, she might appear dimwitted. Nakki collapsed into the snow next to the younger wolf and rolled wildly next to her, tossing snow in the young wolf’s direction. Oh! Nakki’s mouth formed into a wide grin. Rolling in snow was fun. She giggled playfully as she batted snow tossed over her by the other wolf away from her.

     From this close, Nakki realised that the younger female was more solidly built that she. While Nakki’s build was strictly for endurance and speed, the heavier, but slightly shorter wolf playing next to her seemed to have excellent confimation. And all rounder. Not exactly good at anything naturally, but never bad at anything either. Despite that, such excellent genes meant that with excellent training, the young wolf could become the best at any skillset she wished to master. Nakki pawed at the young wolf playfully, happy to have found this young pup, and trying to entice her into a game of… tag, maybe?

Näkki