Friendship Bites

Wandering was what she did best and so wandering on is what she would do that fine morning. She had wandered from the northern reaches of the land to the eastern and central portions and now it would seem that she had started to travel west. The lands around her were crisp and cool. The slightly biting air nipping at her fur which kept her fairly warm in the late fall months. Soon it would be winter and she knew deep down that it was not until then she would find a pack to settle down in. The girl, despite her pride displayed for being a wolf of the Destine lineage, was insecure. She was terrified that others would not find her skills as a leader to be significant enough to follow her.


The dappled girl had found her way towards a fresh water source to quench her thirst when she saw a wolf who looked most peculiar. This wolf had strange markings on her crimson pelt. Aesire narrowed her eyes at the woman as she tried to wrap her head around who that girl was and why her patterns were so... unnatural. She contemplated clearing her throat but instead she just approached the water. Slowly, she leaned down to take a drink from the water. She would pay no attention to the other girl and would finish her drink before heading off to settle down by the shoreline. Aesire was the wolf who was supposed to lead the great Kingfall empire but those days have long since passed. Long live the queen.