Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

Ghita Marino · 08-05-2010, 03:49 PM

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Np whatsoever! My reply's even later. XP
Just for future reference, they live in Haven Manor - Ghita usually hangs in Jaz's room, so it'd make sense if they all bundled in there. xP
Wc: 450

It was a usual night in the sense that the little family was curled up, fast asleep as usual indoors. The crickets were busy serenading the stars outside, and the fae could almost taste the night air in her slumber. Her dreams were filled with running across the countryside, her leg healed almost as if the injury had never occurred. She was pursuing another wolf, tall and black in his appearance, and the summer flew by as their paws left sparkles between the grass. Her speed was excellent, and it wasn't long before the fae had caught up to her mate, flinging herself on top of them. Together, the pair of them tumbled down a hill, which hadn't been there a moment before, filling the periwinkle sky with their laughter of the stars.

Waking up slowly and groggily, the childish smile was still painted on her face, her optics still closed to the real world. Ghita wanted to cling to the fading dream as long as she could, still feeling her mate's arms around her even as she lay awake... Rolling over to her other side slowly and carefully, to avoid jarring her children, she felt around for the three lumps that should have occupied the bed, but somehow didn't. Now fully awake, she felt the full extent of a mother's panic, it only taking moments for Ghita to realize it was Aro who was missing.

True, both of her children were fairly adventurous, and this shouldn't be any cause for alarm, but for Aro to be sneaking out in the middle of the night was unusual. Besides - they were still her pups - and she's do anything for them in a heartbeat. She knew instinctively where her walking stick was, and it only took a few moments for her to grab that, and swing out the door on silent toes. After all - hunting was her specialty - and there was nary a successful and a noisy hunter in the same wolf.

Ghita followed her son's scent rather easily - after all, he was an adolescent wolf. Besides, her own skin begged for the night air's caress itself - she wouldn't mind the excursion. Making it down the steps almost silently, and into the space in front, only a soft 'thump' came from wood on earth, her walking stick supporting her still-sore leg, which tended to be more stiff when she first awoke. Hearing her son's voice far off, she felt her fur stand on end, her heart dunked in ice water, and she began to charge, flames in her eyes and fury in her heart for anyone who dared to threaten her son. "ARO? What's going on!?"

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