Times 'A Changin

*Arwen* · (This post was last modified: 11-10-2017, 03:19 PM by Arwen.)

She had zero desire to meet too many more mean wolves. Pyralis was a jerk, and now she had met Leto, who was also a jerk. How could anyone as nice as Iskra have such a mean sister?

It just didn't make sense.

She padded into the southern land again. She had been hoping with all her heart that maybe she would find some sign of Ilithiel, though that hadn't been the case so far. She flopped defeatedly, not even noticing that she could be directly in the path of a giant. Her fur radiated with its pulsating glow and she huffed. So much for finding her. And where was Iskra? She looked behind her the way she came expecting to see her any moment, only to be disappointed. Her ears pressed and the girl gave a silent sigh. Well hopefully she could at least find Iskra again. She at least didn't seem to mind having a mute kid hang around her.

Her ears twitched at the sound of someone moving closer and she sprang up. Golden eyes moved to find a giant and she pulled her head and ears back. Her nose told her this man was somehow related to Pyralis and she fixed a wary stare on him. Pyralis had wanted to use her as beaver bait and she could only imagine this man was somehow going to make fun of her too. Maybe she should run? No. Only cowards did that and she most certainly was no coward. At three seasons old she was only three quarters of the way grown and she barely had any height either, so outrunning him would be a joke anyway.

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Times 'A Changin

Arwen