Blame it on the Night
It was another restless night for the girl. She was out and about, wandering her home, moving through the shadows silently. She had been an only child in her litter, and she often wished there was another around that was her age. A sigh rolled off her tongue as she moved, soft grass tickling her legs as she moved. Hips swayed, movements fluid, easy. Night enveloped her in silence, a gentle breeze toying with her pelt. A shift in the breeze would bring the scent of another, just to her left. Crown would swing around, eyes surveying the plains, gently illuminated by the moon. It wasnt hard to pick him out amongst the grasses. He laid on his back, legs in the air, peering up at the sky. A brow would lift, though her legs would carry her closer on their own accord. Niketas. She had been surprised when he joined the pack, showing up at the training session, but then his mother was part of the pack, so maybe it shouldn't have been surprising. However, he did not seem the type ready to jump into battle at the whims of her mother. He didnt appear to be the type to fight in.
You're still here. She would coo, lips twitching in a smirk. If she were honest, she would have admitted that she was surprised he stuck around this long. The pack had fallen into a rather boring lull. Though he seemed far to kind She would stop a few feet away, her resting easily on his face. She had pitied him at the training, he had been paired with Ekko, and the pathetic excuse of a woman refused to spar, leaving him without a real partner to test his skills against. She had been mildly disappointed with her own partner, the boy had been too kind, too soft, though he had at least caught on quickly and fought back with more vigor. Toes flexed against the earth with the urge to spar with someone who actually posed a challenge.
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