I had never been the kind to be quick to anger. It was part of a saying I had heard when I was younger. About being quick to listen, slow to anger, slow to speak. I had never lashed out at anyone in my life, never spoken harsh words in anger or fear. I had never made myself an enemy to anyone. Well, except maybe myself. I had never allowed myself to be the outgoing, flower child that I had been when I was a young girl. I had been a bright, bouncy girl, fully of laughter and joy when my mother and father were around. However, when I was on my own. Things changed quite drastically, quite fast. I became a recluse, hiding out instead of making myself even known. I didn’t know how to handle myself around others. But I still had one habit, the one I still did, even today. I watched the sunrise, and sunset of each and every day.

I had told myself as a little girl that I would always watch the sun break across the sky in the bright hours of the morning, and I would watch it as it fell down into the dark abyss every night. It was a habit I had started so long ago, that in my nine years there was no way I would dream of giving it up. I couldn’t, after all, it would be betraying my own self, wouldn’t it?

I heard the sounds behind me, indicating that I was no longer alone on the top of the rocks. It didn’t bother me, as far as I knew that I would not be bothered, for I did not stand out. My creamy tan-white figure was not a outlandish color, I did not stand out in any way shape or form. I was simply me, and that was nothing too special. I was not overly tall, nor weighed much, I was on the smaller side of most wolves. And that was fine by me.

The voice spoke up, choosing to create a dialogue with me, I turned my head, spotting the pure white femme form approaching, I offered a small smile, “Hello. Yes, it is.” I spoke softly, as was my nature, demure. I paid soft attention to the female beside me, She was noticeably larger than myself, but I tried not to focus to much on that matter. But, she was someone I didn’t know, so to trust automatically was not in my nature.

nine - by camelot out of laila - female