It was taking some time, but Despoina was slowly starting to calm the ‘anger’ so many had started to see in her. The pain she had witness in her sister’s eyes every time she snapped hurt the dark youth. She would have given her life and sold her soul to see her sister happy. It was something she had always sworn herself to. As she was shifting from puppyhood and into her adolescence she was beginning to learn she needed to needed something more in her life. Myra’s life would always come before her own, but the craving for something more had started to gnaw at Despoina’s bones. The more she gave it attention the more she felt sure she was more craving purpose than anything. Purpose that was going to be her doing and her choice. It had become time for her to choose the steps she took.
Curiosity sparked in her at the sound of a beckoning call in the distance. Lately her wanderings had taken her to the boarders of the wolf packs, testing their boundary. Doggedly, she had been daring herself to enter and the inhabitants to come chase her. The call came from the commons and her head tilted slightly to the side, dark tips of her ears flicking back into her ruff in her brief hesitation. She shrugged her molting shoulders and changed her course. The becoming common smirk on her face pulled itself across her lips as she moved in the direction of the group. Once she reached host of wolves that had gathered to observe the playful female, she sat and studied them all. At first she was curious about why no one jumped forward to play with the obviously joyful lady that had been diving in and out the long grasses after this, that or nothing. But then she also realized that she did not join in the frolics. Not completely out of puppyhood, it was only her sister who could entice her to shed her composure in the companionable actions of play.
Instead she studied the wolves around her, wondering what they had done with their lives, where they had come from, and if they had made their own choices in their lives. She wondered also if any of them had walked down paths she would not have chosen for herself or for any. No one could, or would, deny that desires were universal. Everyone seemed content to sit and watch, each keeping their own secrets by omission and silence. Whether it was truly her choice, or the mandates of what the group had created, Despoina too sat and watched the chocolate woman play, silently falling into the silence of her own secrets.