Fuel to the Flame

Sericea stood at the edge of the gathered pups, her heart thrumming with excitement and a touch of anxiety. Aresenn’s voice, robust and commanding, wrapped around her- engulfing her like a cloak. She soaked in every word, each one hanging heavy with the promise of impending action. Despite the flurry of movement and the easy camaraderie evident among her siblings, Sericea felt an undercurrent of pressure coiling within her. The notion of working as a cohesive unit excited her; it was an alluring challenge that teased at the edges of her potential.

Yet, as she observed the animated exchanges between Xina, Ludo, and Zagan, a knot of uncertainty twisted in her stomach. Why was it so easy for them to step forward and claim their roles? The thought simmered in her mind as she remained slightly apart, her vibrant coat a contrast to the hues of autumn surrounding them. Would they see her as just another shadow lurking at the fringes?

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"