She finds the lure of night all too tempting. She has learned that the stars do call her, just as father says. She has learned to read them, to hear the words that they say, although it is in a silent language all their own. Night was the time when she would hear their messages, and it was a time that mother enjoyed being out as well. Sleep was something she could get at any time in the safety of her parent's den. Belhara and Najira were known for wandering out together, but tonight Belhara went out on her own.
There were no other like her and her sister in Iromar. There were none their size to play with. This did lead Najira and Belhara to become sisters quite close, but Belhara was always curious of if there were others like them out there. Others that were small. Tonight, her dashing blue eyes lifted upwards, but at the moment, no message was heard. On this night, she followed the wind, another thing father said to listen to. This led the girl of shadow and flame to the crags close to home. Her dark head looked back into Iromar, and a devilish smile touched her maw as she knew she escaped unnoticed.
She marched along the rocks, her nose lowering to the ground to take in the plethora of scents. It was almost overwhelming. There were so many new scents, so many directions she could go. Yet she just continued on over the rocks, until she hears the crash of water upon rock. Her dark ears lift, and wonders what it could be. She comes around until it is in sight. She remains in the shadows, the top of her frame touched in darkness to blend in. She watches as the water crashes in the light of the moon. Yet her eyes catch on to a gleam, a twinkle of sorts, and she sees the eyes of another on the other side of the waterfall.
She goes into a hunt mode. It would be like stalking her sister, and yet she does not know exactly what it is yet. Her body lowers a bit, and the young girl begins to stealthily go forth. She inches closer, seeing that there is a clear path behind the waterfall to the mysterious other.
As she goes behind the waterfall, her body low and stalking, the moonlight does catch her own haunting blue eyes as she finally can see the defined shape of the other. It was a wolf- one about her size. She freezes mid-stalk, eyes staring at him as she attempts to dissect him from behind the waterfall. She wonders if this other wolf sees her, and how this other wolf will act. She knows mother would wish her to hold her tongue in silence, and wait for the other wolf to speak first. She did not call out to the other wolf, but she did straighten up a bit, coming around the waterfall with a striking confidence for a young pup. She would fix her gaze upon him, water pouring next to her, with droplets catching to the tips of her fur and glimmering like glitter upon her. If he ran- she couldn't say that she would not chase. She was to be like mother and father, a sleek runner, quick on her paws. Yet she wondered if he would stay, perhaps she can learn more of these outsiders that are small like herself.
Belhara