slips out the back door to talk to me

She had traveled far this time. As any, entirely fearless child would do if they lived without structure or guidance. She was a rebellious thing, she was coming to learn. It suited her just fine. Anything would, if her beauty remained. In her exploration, she had taken to approaching whatever creatures came across her path; and fate was kind to her. For every run in with danger she faced, there was always a soul there to help her pretty little self. Gods, wasn’t that perfect? She thought so.

And what have we here on this mountain top, where she thought the view would be entirely her’s? Not a bear, not a different sort of wolf-eater – but a boy. Maybe he was a wolf-eater, she mused inwardly, a smile curling the edges of her lips. She was swift, stalking him from the shadows, watching as he took deep breaths of the chilly northern air. Her silver eyes were alight with curiosity as she observed the older wolf boy, but she was too far to see what strange, shiny things were attached to his neck.

She wasted no time in stepping out into the light, rather assured that he was alone and might make for a good new experience. Pleasant or not, it made no difference to her. Her heart was stone, there was no fear of consequence within. Illusion approached with cautious steps, manufactured indeed, her slate-blue fur quite complementary to the north's charm. Her footfalls alone should have alerted him to her presence, but regardless the girl drew closer until she was nearly brushing up against his side, walking beside him with a soft, curious turn of her skull from under long lashes as she peeked up at him. Handsome, wasn’t he? Not as pretty as her though.


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