Learn to accept & bend like the willow, for if you resist you will break like the oak

Illusion trotted through the dense forest, her keen senses guiding her toward the meeting place where her mother had summoned others. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, and the sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls surrounded her. As she padded along, her thoughts drifted to the purpose of the meeting. Many of which topics didn't particularly interest Illusion. She found the dynamics of pack politics tedious and often wondered why they bothered with such trivial matters. But she was young, so she assumed those kinds of things would fall into place eventually for her. Unlike other things.

However, despite her disinterest, Illusion couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity about how she should react to her mother's plans. She often struggled to understand and emulate the emotions of others. Should she feign enthusiasm to appease her mother, or simply remain indifferent? Those were the thoughts she mulled as she drew near, lost in her thoughts until she was close enough to hear voices. Illusion suddenly snapped her attention upwards, and caught sight of another wolf up ahead. The wolf's fur was unusually colored, and while Illusion knew she was a pretty little thing.. She hated the thought of someone else being more… striking, colorwise or not. A pang of jealousy flickered through the girl as she watched the wolf approach her mother with familiarity. Why was everyone trying to steal her mother’s attention? Suppressing the surge of envy, Illusion quickened her pace, joining the small gathering and in particular, she sat herself next to her – a small paw landing atop her mother’s much bigger one in a show of affection.


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