Sun is Setting in the West

*Arella* · 12-07-2013, 07:36 AM

It had only been a season since she had wandered from her Valhallan family, but it had felt like a lifetime. Even before she had taken her leave she had been rather absent, distant from her family and all but nonexistent to the other members of her pack. Despite her outwardly enthusiastic demeanor, Arella was anything but content on the inside. Though she could think of no greater family to be part of, she couldn't help but feel painfully and doubtlessly lonely. Her father had disappeared when she was young -- she hardly even remembered the sound of his voice. And her two brothers had left so long ago.

Her slender form would weave between snow-capped trees as she ran as fast as her paws could carry her. Finding her way home had been easy; the scent that marked the borders was familiar and unmistakable. And yet she felt hesitance as she approached. She had abandoned them; what if they did not want her to return?

In her travels, she had realized rather startlingly that reason she had never felt quite included was that she hadn't grown up. Not like her sister. Surreal's raw determination and strength had been visible even as they were children, and all Arella had was a cheery disposition and an infallible sense of humor. But something had changed the girl in the last few months. She was somber as she drew closer to the home that felt somehow so unfamiliar to her, her face hardened into an expression that was unreadable and empty.

Her nose would lower to the frozen earth, catching scent of the gathering of wolves nearby. As she approached, the wolves coming into view, her eyes found the forms of her mother and her sister, Surreal -- her heart would lurch in her chest as she gazed upon them. Would they be angry? Quietly she would slink forward, making her presence known only with a soft whimper as she came to sit beside Erani.

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