Do The Tables Turn?
The huntress had decided to take another little expedition out of Secretua. One that would last merely the day, and she would be back that evening to see her two children. Einarr was growing to be a monster sized wolf, standing so much taller than her already. Yes, he was certainly his sire's child. But he was not like that man. He had good morals, a good mind. The young man was a bit socially awkward, and extremely protective of her and his siblings, but he was a good pup. Zisa, well, she had the same fire in her heart that Akemi had. A bit of a problem in some senses, but the female didn't mind too much. The girl would learn to adapt to the world, or so Akemi prayed. She hoped that it wouldn't take something drastic, like what happened to her. Though god help the man that tried such a thing.
Her legs worked, having left Tiny with her wolf son. Stretching her legs was needed. Perhaps soon she would try to hold a hunt for her fellow Secretuan wolves. If Einarr and Zisa showed it would be the first one that they had gone on as a pack. The thought made her excited, and her spirits were light. How blessed she was, she thought. Though Freyr had chosen to leave Secretua she was not as sad as she thought she would be. At least, not after some time. Her family had always kind of done it's own thing. Perhaps... perhaps it was time to start shifting her perspective on things.
The tiny female would slow to a stop, lowering her head to a stream to drink from it. Her laps would send ripples over the water, the remains of her ears shifting as she listened for any approaching sounds. She bore her wounded figure with pride. Look what I overcame. Her single eye was shining, looking down at the water with a slight smile. It was funny how life changed. "Hear me talk," 'but read my thoughts.' |
| Table by:: Keno |