ruth
two
female
moss green

she is young enough that her muscles are tender and her limbs are awkward. her muzzle is long and sharp, her ears too small. ruth is black in color with vague gold threading. she is 24 inches in height and weighs 35 pounds.

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She could have stayed behind.

That is what a good daughter would have done, but she’d never defined herself in such terms as ‘good’ or ‘obedient’. Her father should have known better than to leave her with nothing more than his scent and vague promises that he would return soon, she knew it was a lie as soon as it snaked out from between his broken teeth. He had never been a father to her anyway, he had only taken her for the company and that he would no longer have to be alone with his own thoughts; trickster; devil; shadow.

Not that her mother was any difference, a diplomat with a fierceness that sent chills down the spines of other wolves her pack. She cared nothing for others, her cruelty and callousness not even diminished for her pups -- Ruth had been the first, she would also be the last. Her parents had met by a chance when her father had roamed too close to the pack and her mother wanted to take him as a prisoner, neither expecting what would eventually happen.

Ruth.

Just Ruth. Simple Ruth. With her moss green eyes and black coat that resembled her father’s except for the gold threading, which she inherited from her mother. A pup no one would really care about except for selfish reasons, who would roam with her loner father until she could no longer stomach the idea. So she left when he said to stay and here she is.

She’s moving like liquid through the night --

There’s a snapping of twigs that make her pause, looking behind her for a moment before continuing on the path she has found; her father hated roads, he hated places where other wolves stayed too long. Maybe she had his wandering spirit deep down and that’s why she had decided to strike out on her own; young, disinterested, slightly damaged. Above her head the moon grins and the stars wink and it’s like sort of cosmic flirting that she can’t really understand. But she will one day, maybe.

Ruth trots to a small cropping of young juniper, sniffing the dusty ground. Inside her narrows chest her heart flutters, everything feels so big and strange that she is almost disoriented. She sits down, collecting her thoughts, her dreams, her desires.