Silence of the night

Everything has been quiet for the most part. But as everyone known that it never stayed quiet for too long. The ebonish chocolate pelt shifts with the autumn air, her tail dancing to a silent lullaby behind her bodice. Ears flicker upon her skull as to pick up any sound of other travelers that dared to venture too close for her liking.

'They will find out what you did.' She snarled, fangs bared. "We did take part in it, but we will keep your fucking mouth shut! She scolded herself - which in honesty wasn't rare for the female to do such a thing. Not everyone knew what it was like to dissociate at all, it wasn't ever fun. Always a battle. And her mind never shutting the hell up. Another snarl, lifting her lips into a curl.

'He deserved what was done to him. Hala and Doyle had every reason to kill him for what he had done.' The voices continued, her eyes closing for a moment, before a slow sigh was left free. The woman hated the other voices as much as she hated her own, she hated it due to the shit that she dealt with on a daily basis. But tonight her reddish orange pools looked out over the area. thick grapevines twisting and turning in the branchs, it was a beautiful sight to witness.

The floor of the forest was coveered in grass and moss in places that the sunlight was allowed to cast down which was soft to feel among her paw pads. The dirt was cool and welcoming against the heat of the autumn days. Dog days of summer it was it was known as. And by far it was honest to gods truth.

Her thick and long fur made it hotter than it did for others. She didn't mind it too much, but in the same sense, she couldn't wait for the first snow fall or the first frost which was going to happen soon. A few rabbits took notice to the ebony like she-wolf and ran for their dens, a tunnel of many caverns. Owls started waking for their sleep, Hala known it was almost time for them to take flight and hunt.

The sound of a rabbits howl made her smirk deviously. The delicious sound but also a sound not many can handle. Which she understood why, but savoring it in her mind. She sat, her tail curling across her hind legs, while the tip slapped at the ground, almost in an annoyance.

Hala Indigo