Birthright

The vast group of wolves was intimidating at the very least but her eyes remained on the female upon the rock. She didn't move from her so called hiding place. She couldn't bring herself to turn away, some sort of pull kept her there, freezing her and not allowing her to move her limbs. She never noticed the dark woman near by had spotted her nor the appearance of another Nomad. As the white female turned and looked down at her, legs crouched, spread as if ready to bolt right at that moment. But what kept her there were the other's words and the scars between her eyes.

She was a Nomad as well? Amia did not ever remember seeing this Nomad before. Perhaps she had left the pack long before she was born. It would make since due to the age difference. Mouth gaped in awe as she crouched there but slowly straightened up. Body hugging the rock she slide forwards just enough so others could see her but as close as possible to the white female. She eased herself onto her belly, head lifted up to listen to the female speak. She had no idea what it all was about, this war and such. Such violent acts sent shiver down her spine and ears laying flat. But it was the voices of others, declaring to stand by this woman that captivated her. She wanted to throw herself in there too, but she was more cautious than that. She didn't know these wolves, not a single one. So she would have to place a judgment on them before commenting to spend her time and loyalty to them. She would wait till after to speak with the white Nomad, for now she would watch and listen to the others.