All the while as her aunt spoke, she’d allowed her gaze to take in the pups. Each one observed to the point that nothing was left unturned. Some had sharp fangs that shyly peaked from sealed lips. There were others whose coats held different colorations. Much like her own. It was only when they were instructed to close their eyes did she do so.
Her mind created an image of a coyote. His gloomy grey coat shimmering under the weight of the Spring’s sun. Black lips pulled away to reveal the sharp exposure of deadly weapons. Toes spread across the warm earth, while claws dug at the earth, she took note of the bristling furs along his neck. Tail bushy and thrashing in warning. Even with her vision clouded in darkness, she tilted her head in curiosity.
Something about this situation made her want to study the creature more. So, whilst in the world of imagination, Cress found herself mimicking the same guttural snarl. Though she wasn’t smaller in this scenario. She found herself looking down on the coyote. No longer was she looking up. And the noise leaving her throat had slightly more base to it.
Cressida slipped back to reality. Her eyes, once more, filled with the abundance of pups and the monochromatic woman. Wits and will can be as powerful as any muscle you train. That single sentence stuck out to her the most. Marinating on it as she waited for the next lesson.
