The day was warm, not too intense to where I didn’t think I could handle it, but it was pleasantly so. The wind blew against my face and for a few blissful moments, I cherished it. My duo-toned eyes closed in the blissful silence that crept across the plains in which I was standing in, the long whispy strands tickled against my legs as I stood in the grasses. My tan body swayed in the sweet silence that captured me. But the silence was so suddenly broken, my two toned eyes sprang open and I watched the group that began to gather at the waterfall, and curiosity caught the best of me. I headed in the direction that all those others were beginning to gather.

I began to draw closer to them, but I didn’t approach anyone, just letting my ears catch the words that flowed from their lips and watched them. It was interesting enough, and quite frankly, I was content with just standing and watching them, creepy? Maybe, but I didn’t have anything else to say. At least this group wasn’t murdering bunnies like the last. I shook slightly at the memory of that. My two toned eyes watched each figure, trying to remember if any of them had been present at the other large meeting, but then again, I knew not no one. I remembered the group of males that had come to speak to me during that time, when I was panicking about the bunnies, and the other girl who approached as well. I hadn’t really replied to them then, but then again, being surrounded by five other wolves had been a bit overwhelming for my little self, and I still don’t know what I would have said on that sad, sad day.

I mourned the loss of the bunnies that I knew, but the girl had made a point of it being the circle of life, though I may not like it, it still hurt.

two - by camelot out of laila - female