TIME FOR DESTRUCTION

The world works in mysterious ways, especially for the Blacks. This Ouros knows as true for the mere fact that she was here in this gathering, her small body shaking uncontrollable, her green eyes darting every which way. She was low to the ground at that point at the edge of the clearing just outside of the gathering of wolves. Why she was here, she had no clue, she just felt the pull of the call, felt drawn to this very large group of wolves, something she would never do normally. Panic set deep in her gut, she felt the need to dart away, her legs tensing to do so, but yet she remained, something holding her in place.

She was about to let her terrier pull her away, to hell with this gathering of wolves, to hell with why she was drawn there. But a lone shadow called to her as it moved closer to the gather from a patch of trees, and upon his shoulder was her salvation from this panic that was shaking her body and blanking her mind. She darted further into the crowd her mind doing nothing but shouting out to him, for she knew that cross and that wolf, twas her brother.

She stopped right behind him, her behind hitting the dirt. She had not seen her brother in months but it did not matter, her family was safe, her family was secure, and they would protect her, that she knew.