Where We Turn, Where We Stand

N/A · 10-27-2014, 11:16 PM

There were so many pretty colors, leaves that changed with the season. The north was cold, but Arietta had grown accustomed to it, her fur growing in thicker this year to help keep her warm. The young mother was happy, proud that life was moving on. She still had her moments where her weakness shown threw tenfold -- fear of change a major trigger in her. Her daughter, Vesta, did not care for change either, and the femme could only blame herself for that. But right now there was nothing to be afraid of. She was a bird whose wings had been unbound, and now she was flying through the woods.

...until she happened to fly right into the furry form of another wolfess!

Arietta would stumble back, blinking. So caught in her little daydream of happiness, of the future she and her daughter might hold in Bevroren, she did not see the stranger she collided right into until after impact. A gasp would leave her once she realized what she had done, quickly dipping her head as her tail instinctively lowered. "Ack! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Please forgive me!"

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