Smoke and mirrors
03-03-2016, 12:44 AM
She wasn't so good at crouching, to be honest. She kept wiggling her rump and swishing her ivory tail impatiently. Sometimes she lost her balance and face-planted onto the ground. Oops. How was Jayne so good? She tried to mimic her mother's and sister's positioning, but she just couldn't. Well, at least she wouldn't have to do it for much longer, as the alpha's howl rang across the land. Dusting her dirtied pelt, she scampered after her mothers, her sister by her side, as always.
Inevitably she was still shy around the pack - around anyone she supposed. Her emerald eyes searched for Bright Moon and Razor, though of course the only two other wolves she knew had to be absent from the gathering. Were they all looking at her? She didn't want them looking at her! Don't look at me! she mentally told them as she hid behind her mother's hind leg, trying to camouflage herself until the woman seated herself. She flopped into her mother's lap with her sister and older brother alongside her. A happy squeal slipped from her lips as her mother's tongue caressed her head, eyes fixed on her uncle.
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