A Magician's Way

She was being followed, but she was unsure who it was that was trailing her. The wind would not blow in her favor so she would not be able to tell if it were a member of her family that was. The foot steps would indicate that she was not being followed by a light wolf. Twig would conceal a growl that would boil, waiting in her chest. Her ears would turn forward to catch any amount of sound possible. She could feel her hackles raise as she prepared to confront the being that took to following her. She would shift into a fighter's stance, her eyes would narrow in the darkness as she bent her knees and let her jaws slide open. Violet gaze searching in the darkness for the one who followed.


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