What Might Have Been

How strange was it to run into not one but two that had been part of the Nomads. Something about the white female held an allure to stick around her, to learn from her. She had never felt like that since Skogos had passed away. The death of her mentor was the reason she had left. He had been murdered, throat ripped out, a harsh death for the brute but kind grey male. So to have this feeling again was very confusing. She had never been close to anyone, an outside among the Nomads. She had to leave that huge group of wolves, to get away and gather her thoughts. She had promised to return, to speak with Erani. Maybe she would stick around the older female to see where things went.

The dull brown girl with snowflake like markings on her legs and face padded blindly along the shore. Her mind so full of question, non having a answer. A sound so unusual made her ears twitch and bring her back to the present. Sharp blue eyes lifted to see some strange creature tangled in a things that could only remind her of a climbing plant's vines. Brows furrowed down in confusing as she watched a ebony colored female fussing over the strange thing. Was it prey? Was it safe. Slowly she continued forward till she stood just a foot away from the scene. "What is it?" She asked softly as her eyes noted the wounds on it. What did this too it? A pang of sorrow wrapped around her heart for the poor thing.