Cold Air

The midnight colored fae watched with interest as the red rays of the sun hit her emerald orbs, causing them to shimmer from the sunlight that had hit them. She smiled with content as she was walking through the trail, head held high as her nostrils could smell the scent of a brute, a year younger than she. Her ebony claws dug into the soft earth as prints were made. A small smile came through her as she walked up the trail, her head stayed low showing her low ranking. She was nothing more but a brood in her pack, and she knew she would never be able to leave without Isardis allowing her to do so. That was when the multi-colored brute could be seen.

Her tail wagged without her doing. It had been a while since she had seen a brute other than the males that had been in her pack. Her green, radioactive pools shone as she lied down onto the cliff, eyes shifting over to the male as she kept a smile on a her face.

"Pardon, but may I sit here?" She had asked him, not wanting to be rude even though they were in different packs, but, she was lower ranked, that she knew for certain than the male she had just seen.