I'm Talkin' To The Moon.

N/A · 09-15-2018, 04:27 PM

Bael didn’t look at all offended at the onslaught of questions, and the younger wolf let her tongue slip free from her maw in a little bit of puppy-laughter. She was excited too, stories and new things where the best part of this new world. Why come here if it wasn’t to learn? Her new friend explained that a king and a queen helf similar roles to an Alpha of a pack. Well she had never been a pack wolf, she understood the basics. Her Mother had come from pack life, run by her family and led by her older brothers.

“So your an heir?” Bael asked, curious. She scrambled to remember the structure of the pack her mother had told her a little bit about before passing on. One of Glacier or Voltage’s kids might have become leader eventually, if the pack had held on. She felt a twinge of something, of wonder at what could have been. She shook it off, it wasn’t the life she knew, and her sister held all the love she needed from the world.

“Putting things on your body? Sounds strange, is your coat not enough to keep you warm?” she leaned forward, sniffing Bael curiously, but she couldn’t detect anything different about the other womans fur.

When Bael described the gypsies, Lyrae grinned, her tail gave a light wag behind her. “That sounds like me and Vela, the only rules we have are our own, and we plan to always travel. But we chase the stars, not the wind.” their travelling had just began, and already it was everything she imagined it could be and more. From the fireflies that looked like stars, to this stranger with a friendly smile who answered any question the young wolf could consider.

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