posting
She had been along the border between the woodlands and Asteraia before. It was during a thunderstorm at night. She can recall how the cold wind tore through her shadowy fur, how the cold rain that splattered on her frame caused her to be cold to the bone, and she can feel how the muddy ground trembled underneath her dark paws when the thunder above roared. She had seen her Mother fight the white she-wolf with the one green eye. The young pup came into this world underneath battle cries, and finally, she was witnessing a fight. Although her Mother’s opponent wasn’t that grand, Nevermore, watched as her Mother fought marvelously and was proud to see she had won. Today though she stood upon that same ground where the fight had taken place. The ground barely held traces of blood, but the paw prints on the ground remained, dried up after the rain, but they were slowly fading away thanks to the small blades of grass that began to appear. Mother had told her that the she-wolf with the green eye was dead, and Nevermore saw that since those paw prints were being covered by the grass, there would be no more traces of the wolf. Asteraia was her home, it was her parents’ home, and Nevermore was leaving it momentary – to explore the woodlands a little bit.

She enjoyed her solitude walks within the woodlands. Today she had the day to herself. Mother was busy training Cuirass and doing other pack tasks. Tomorrow she and her brother would once again have training with Tick Tock, the Monster preparing them for when they become Alpha one day. Nevermore was still just a child and she did not think of the future and what it would be like running a pack. She was a child of Tobias and in her thought process she focused only on the now. Right now she was curious, but content. Her shadowy frame traveled underneath the tall trees pleased to keep the sun from basking upon her. Her ebony crown lifted a bit higher when she heard a short burst of a howl that caused her entire body to shift to the right, her dark ears pointed forward with much interest. Interested to know why such a noise was created she quietly propelled herself towards the direction the noise was pronounced. Eventually she would come upon the wolf that was perched atop the highest end of a fallen log. Stunning emerald eyes noticed how the she-wolf’s legs dangled from the log, and her dial began to turn in such a demented manner. Keeping a few feet away from the girl her jaw drops as her broken words hiss out in an innocent and friendly manner, as her banner sways side to side.

“Yooooooouuu ccalllllllleeeeeeddd?”

Oh look – your savior has arrived.