Where The Beast Wanders

Gods above she wanted her brother. Spencer was the one who had originally made her feel normal, like a true wolf instead of some monster or demon as the other Lyennians had made her seem. She was nothing but who she was. She was no different from any of them with the exception of the markings upon her back. She was a wolf, through and through, and nothing was going to change that. So why did they all act like she was something to be afraid of? Something to shun? Why couldn't they see her the way her brother viewed her?

Heart would ache, and she barely noticed another creep upon her until she heard a voice. "”What the...” The female would spin towards the other young wolf, bristling some. Her eyes would narrow a bit, and she would lay her ears flat on her skull. He looked surprised... and normally after that came the shunning. She would part her jaws, a snarl ripping from them.

"What? Have you come to shun me too?" She snapped, in no mood for any bullshit.