It had been exhilarating to go to the butterfly hunt and I hadn't even had to kill one. I refused to kill it simply to win. It was a misguided notion that things weaker then us should die just to get something out of it except for food. I understood the way the prey system worked. Rabbits and deer and other creatures were the bread that kept my belly full but I always found time to secretly thank them for giving me nourishment. Sure, they had died in the process, but their spirit was still around. One day, I was convinced, it would enter a new body and a new cycle would begin. I don't know where I got these ideas but I didn't really say them out loud much. It was a foreign concept and it made me wonder - was I once big like Natu and Fenrir? I guess I would never know.
Lately I had grown bolder just as I had grown taller. I was still slender, never gaining much fat on my puppy body, and my right ear maintained the permanent curl. It would never lift all the way up. Mom thought it was cute and I guess I did too. At least it made me different. I didn't want to be perfect because Ankh was perfect and I could tell she didn't like me. Natu had said it was just jealousy and I felt hurt because I had not meant to be born, it had just happened. I kept that to myself too. I didn't want to hurt moms feelings and besides, in time I would make her like me. I was her sister, after all, she had no choice!
The sand was soft between my toes. I had found a small mound with tufts of grass sticking out of it to lay upon and watch the ocean, my little head on my little paws. The waves were huge in the distance. I swore they could eat me up if they came closer and a few times I twitched, wanting to bolt as they grew nearer and nearer but then they collapsed upon themselves and left me with white froth that washed up on shore. I hear voices, my good ear flicking back, and I lift my head in curiosity as I see the white/gray wolf that I knew owned Glorall. The Alpha! I had never met him and I didn't know much about him but Abel trails at his legs. I met Abel once when Thor was playing with him and if Thor was his friend then so was I.
I stood up and trotted down my slope, heading towards them. I was quiet because I was small, pausing when I heard Eden talk. Do not stop. Not until you stop being weak. It made me tremble, those words, and I sucked in a breath to steel myself as I moved closer to see what was going on. Abel was running up and down a dune and he looked like it hurt even though he seemed proud. A girl appeared and she was mean. My jaw opened in a gape when she mentioned ripping his leg off and my ears fell back, eyes flashing. If this was what it meant to have a sister (not even thinking that I am a sister myself), I didn't want one!
"Can I do it too, alpha, sir?" I speak up, my voice sweet and light, but also uncertain. I wanted to show Abel he wasn't alone but I didn't want to be mean to the girl lest she try to fight me - I didn't want to lose. In a way, this was my fight, just showing that I stood by my friend Abel. I didn't even see the female come up, so engrossed in the scene, and glanced at her momentarily before looking shyly up at Abel with a small wag.