i walk to the echo of stars

Her sleight frame is curled up into a tight ball between two tussocks of long and thick grass stalks. She rests her gentle face upon her muddy legs, lays her tail over her eyelids and begins to drift into a peaceful sleep. She starts to feel herself falling, slipping further into unconsciousness. Black lips twitch into a smile as blurry shapes become recognizable faces. Some she saw only the other day, and others she had not seen in the flesh for almost a decade. It’s possible that she might have cried and softly whimpered in her sleep. Or hummed and murmured the rhymes of old times.

Auri felt the approach of the stranger long before the silence was broken. Slowly the tiny she-wolf peaked out from under her tail as her hiding place was circled menacingly. The wolf searching for her was huge! Easily standing at double Auri’s height and she didn’t want to guess how much heavier they were. Nervously, she swallows, praying that the beast hadn’t seen her in the grass. Carefully she looks around for an escape route. Slowly her eyes fall back onto the black and red female that is surely getting closer and closer to her location.

She sighs softly as she realizes that she has no choice but to face them. She cannot out run that larger and stronger wolf, not in this tangled and chaotic environment. She almost wet herself when those growling words shattered the peaceful morning. “I’m here,” she announces her position in a hushed whisper. Slowly she crawls out of her makeshift den and inches her way into the sunlight. She keeps her belly to the ground, pressed into the soft cool mud. Submissive, yet protected from a sudden attack.

Auri opens her brilliant purple eyes and focuses them on the other womens painted toes. The lober had little to no idea who called the grassland home but she wasn’t stupid, she knew that she had upset a high ranking wolf of this land. “Please forgive me,” she closes her eyes as she speaks, “I got a little lost in the floods. I didn’t mean to trespass on your lands.” She holds her tongue for a moment and attempts to read the expression on the black feme fatales skull. “My name is Auri,” she gives her name freely before it becomes a demand, “Sha ta co-ti os cum-na-ridh na Nu-ga Tír na nÓg.” She smiles and gently tilts her head to one side inquisitively wondering if this wolfess had heard gaelic before.

A u r i *

female ~ eleven years ~ homeless