Don't get your hair caught in the propellor

Her mothers call reached her ears, spurring forth with renewed energy. She had been on her way back home when her mother called, shoving her into a run. She couldn't be late, her mother would have her hide. Legs would stretch, eating up the ground with each stride. Jaws parted, sucking in air to her lungs as she raced across the lands she knew as home. It would take a few minutes, but she wasn't late. A crowd had already formed, the heir slowing to a walk. Each face was familiar, except for the russet boy that sat alone. He was a hot mess, didn't even lift his gaze to acknowledge anyone. Perhaps she would ask her mother about him after the meeting. Taking her seat amongst the crowd, she would select a spot nearest to her parents, silently instilling her place amongst the pack. Haunches pressed into the earth, tail curling around her hips as she waited silently, focusing on steadying her breath as they all waited collectively for the pack to finish arriving.

"Burn Baby Burn"