She is curious. Yes, curious. Provider said that outside the fields were wolves that would want to ensure that their safety was no more. Some wolves were friendly like the ones she met within Mecor Valley, where they all chased the colorful flutter creatures, meeting a male puppy that caught her interest. When the wolf with the one white ear came, she did not feel safe, not knowing why she did, but she was happy her Favorite was there with her. Provider told her that when she got older she could venture out of the fields, and she was with much caution, but lately she was feeling bolder. The lands outside of the fields were interesting, but she knew where home was and it was here within the low grassy fields. Pack was essential, pack was important, and she rather liked her pack. They were close and not close. Nevermore knew she was different, and yet they did not treat her as if she were different at all, it made her curious to know how outside wolves would treat her. The mention of how Sila was stolen caught her wavering mind’s attention, ebony dial tilting to the side as she described the wolf-napper and the savior. With an excited yip she nodded her head up and down, she knew this good wolf, no harm would come to Sila if the she-wolf of red and white got her. Cold words stuttered over themselves as she attempted to explain.
“Wolf of red and white...she is...like Mother, but not Mother...she sleeps with my parents, yes parents.”
It did not occur to her that the way her parents worked with the wolf of red and white was not common. Provider and Protector were imprints, but the she-wolf of red and white were mates, and in normal customs – not all wolves with these ties were so close to one another. Protector and Provider were kind to the males that were a year older than herself and Brother, and the she-wolf of red and white was kind to them. Their family was quite odd indeed, but unique, so very much unique. Nevermore was unaware that some wolves that had both imprints and mates would not live together or be so close to one another and their separate families. Sila would be safe, always, with the she-wolf of red and white watching over her. When Sila moves to smell her, the shadowy pup stays still allowing the girl this close proximity. But it was the comment that Sila made that caused the girl, her blood so thick of dominance, to begin to giggle uncontrollably. Bright venomous eyes that held such an innocent look to the mountain pup. Black lips pulled back to reveal her sharp puppy teeth, as her voice falls into a sudden serious voice and ends with such a friendly and kind tone.
“No no, I will not be eaten, yoooooooouuuuu will, but yooooouuu are safe noooow.”
Yes safe. She is safe, because her scent is on her, because she-wolf of red and white would not allow harm. No. She is like Mother, yes, call her Mother. This she makes sense for herself. Though the thought of being eaten left her mind as she observed the other pup lowering herself to the ground, swaying her tail side to side. She knows this position. The play bow. It was one she frequently did with Brother, but not all the time would Brother respond and engage in playing a game. Although the shadowy pup felt eager to play she couldn’t help but feel something else, something she barely understands or full grasps, that another bows to her and signifies to her dominant nature that she was to be bowed to. It felt...oddly pleasing...she actually liked seeing Sila bow to her, even though it was just an innocent puppy bow. Politely she speaks her voice a bit clearer now, much stronger than before, as she describes the games she is used to playing.
“Catching hoppers, chasing tail, playing with the swimmers...training...”
Sickening emerald eyes watch as the she-wolf dashes in a swift circle, running around her shadowy frame, watching as her paws slaps the ground. Without hesitation she charges for the girl. It wasn’t often another accepted her desire to play, and Sila was giving her that chance to play. Whether the girl ran away from the demented child or not does not matter, all that matters, is that Nevermore eventually tackles upon the girl, pinning her to the ground and raising her dial proudly, shouting her orders to the she-wolf.
“I got you!”
Well, she did catch!