Try Me

Fiametta had come out to the steppe with a number of other Elysium wolves. There were a few other packs here as well as some loners, and it seemed as the evening grew later a lot of the wolves stayed back to party some more. Easy for those of Elysium being so close by. Easy for her to be here as it got later too so her parents could keep a close eye on her. Though, she was starting to get a little too old to be puppied around. With Avacyn and Saracyn getting ready to move out of the den she was starting to get the early idea too.

She wasn't much interested in the venders and activities going on around her, and she wasn't really old enough to be drinking or doing anything fun like that. She didn't have much of a strive to do so but it was growing in her. Her very young and obedient days were running dry and blossoming into something new. Maybe no one would expect what she turned in to.

With other wolves chatting around she found a place to settle down around the pillars of the Steppe, stretching out her lengthy body before laying down in the grasses and rolling almost belly up as she made herself comfortable. There was a part of her that just had no consideration for what could happen to her in a busy, public place like this. She could be kidnapped, or maimed, or worse. But she knew whoever had the idea would be dead before they could even touch her. She'd enjoy her time looking up at the darkening sky without a worry in the world.

"Fiametta"