Sixth Sense

*Azalea* · 10-23-2013, 08:56 AM

It was unseasonably warm day in the north. Quiet and comfortable. Azalea's mind swam with worry, her stomach a tight knot. She didn't have to be in the heart of things to know that forces had gathered and were already long departed. By this time her homeland was being made a battlefield. A graveyard opened up on the doorstep to paradise.

She walked freely through the pack lands, not stupid enough to try and flee but smart enough to know that no one was watching out for her. She had to keep herself distracted, had to convince herself that things would be okay. She wanted nothing more than to be in the swell ripping into her enemies.

A heavy sigh left her as she pushed through the pines, coming to an abrupt halt. "Oh. I'm sorry," Before her was a wolf sprawled on her side, two newborns pushing at each other greedy for their mother's milk. Azalea quickly averted her eyes from the sight, feeling her skin crawl. "I should have been paying more attention to where I was going." She blinked, licking her lips as she did.

There was a stirring in her belly, she was fairly certain it was all her imagination but despite that she found herself looking back toward the she-wolf. She avoided looking at the puppies, training her gaze on the other wolf's face. "You just had them recently? They're Isardis'?" Her questions were cautious and she was careful to ask questions she already knew the answer to.

Speech,

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