What did her father call this creature...a butterfly, right? It certainly flew around, fluttering it's bright-coloured wings and hopping from one flower to the other. But was it really it? Was this the beautiful creature her father spoke of? As she pondered with this thought, her gaze followed the frantic wings of the vivid creature, a curious smile weakly pulled across her face.
She almost had the urge to jump up and trap it...but it'd get scared! She didn't want to scare this beautiful thing! It probably didn't want to be frightened just as much as she didn't. Luck whined innocently as it disappeared in the flowers, and she stood to her paws, hobbling over and sticking her nose into the grass.
Little did she know that the butterfly was a sensitive creature. Well, until now. It fluttered up in front of her and rocketed above her, flying off in a hurry. Luck frowned and seated herself. She scared it off...why did she seem so scary to little rodents and bugs? Was she really as scary as her father and mother...just because she had teeth and claws?
The young draft sucked in a relaxed breath and stared to the ground, her tail brushing against the grassy surface beneath her. What would she do now? Go hunt down the butterfly, find another one? But her question was soon answered, as a smooth howl tore through the sky. Luck jumped to her paws in surprise, but instantly identified who it was. Her mother, summoning her and Fate.
When she got there, Fate was already there. Thank goodness...she adored Fate, always felt safe around him, considering he was larger than her and seemed stronger. The young girl skipped over to him and nuzzled his shoulder, sitting down next to him, oblivious to the food smell that lingered in the air. "Mother?"
