lose y o u r edge

chances are we'll find a new equation, chances roll away from me, chances are all they hope to be



The arrival of Gideon was unexpected, though not entirely unwelcome. The heir to Seracia's throne was an interesting wolf; he was everything that her father was not. Her father's regality contrasted sharply with Gideon's almost lethargicness, with the lack of seriousness with which he seemed to face the world. It was a bit of a change from the other members of her pack. It wasn't a bad thing. It could certainly be refreshing at times, but she wondered what had made this male so different from his brother. What in their past had made them grow up to be so different?




Flicking her ears, Kamala turned a bright green gaze on the wolf who had appeared next to her, wagging her tail in greeting. "Gideon," She inclined her head slightly, noting only after she spoke that she hadn't called him 'Sir' or given him any sort of title. Gerhardt would have had her head on a platter if he'd heard her, but Kamala figured that Gideon wouldn't care as much. He didn't seem the type to get worked up over that, did he?



She lengthened her stride a little, aware that he had slowed down to walk at her side. Strange, but all right. The wink was a little weirder, but okay. Kamala was still a little oblivious when it came to flirting or anything remotely similar to that. No, that was all Maverick. Instead, the female twitched her tail and smiled a little as she glanced at Gideon. "I am . . . well. And how are you?" Kamala asked with a slow wave of her tail, glancing at the brown male. What brought him out here? It wasn't exactly the most densely populated part of Seracia by a long shot. It was rare to see any other wolves out here on the beach.



Hmm. It was surprisingly nice to talk to someone else right then. It was easier now to distract herself from the darker turn that her thoughts had taken, and she turned a curious gaze upon the male, eager to hear what he had to say.