There is something within him as I look at him. He knows who it is I speak of. I know that he inhales the scent of the female, and I watch him carefully as he does. He seems to recognize the scent, as he should if he is a resident here. There is a hesitation in him though, a hesitation to bring me to her.

It causes my fur to tighten. I feel like I am being consumed by the pulling of my own skin, by the fact that I am covered in white hair and how it stands on edge. I need to see her, and I need him to not hold back. I cannot help the draw I have to her. I cannot help that I would do whatever it took to get closer to her. His hesitation only makes my teeth grit more, and I am about to react to him when...when my attention is drawn elsewhere.

My head snaps. I swear that I can feel the forest clawing my eyes out. I feel like I am being drawn in and taunted. I stare into the distance, watching every god damn leaf, every little piece of dirt that floats into the air as I await something...important to come. I watch with an intensity on my face, my nose twitching wildly as the boy seems to completely disappear for a moment.

I see her form come forth, and I feel her head pulling forward a bit uncontrollably. My lips raise in a strange exposure of fangs, and I cannot particularly explain my actions. My tail flinches as I watch her carefully, my desire to inch closer almost unbearable.

I then hear his voice in my ears. I do give way to a single flick as my large paws step forward in the soft forest earth. Zelly? Is that her name that rings in my ears? Zeltzin? I snort, my mind absorbing the name like it is life itself. I look at him, the brother, with my violet eyes streaked with wild orange. I see her looks, I know that she is his sister, and yet my eyes give a very clear threat as I walk closer to her. In this moment,I will let him know that my urge to protect is something stronger than his- something that will not stop me from ripping his throat out, and yet I do feel from him that...perhaps he is useful. Perhaps he will protect her, and this is someone to keep around. Familial relationships are important to many wolves- and he better find her important enough to give his life for.

I step forward with powerful grace as until I reach her. My muzzle reaches out without hesitation, to touch her muzzle with my own, my own eyes staring into her own, drinking her form and image liker water itself. I reach out to lick her forhead- an uncontrollable action. as I speak, ready to react to her every little motion.

"Adsum" I say in my native tongue, pulling back to view the girl, knowing that I was meant to be here, right now, and resisting the urge to continue to touch her.