Sorry this is a little later than I meant it to be. Computer wasn't cooperating. D:
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Cold air stirred around the small gray wolf, ruffling her crimson hair and nipping at her nose. She pulled her cloak tighter around her, listening to the soft crunch as her bare feet sank into the light cover of snow on the grass surrounding the manor. It had been cold where she was born, but not nearly as cold here in Souls. Still, the young woman had traveled a lot in her short life and had been stuck in weather so freezing, it made sense to change your name to remember it.
Despite the less-than-sunny day, warmth made her toes wiggle when she thought about the new pups. New siblings in her old pack had never been something to celebrate for her—it meant she was even less significant to her parents than before—but it was different now that she was in Crimson Dreams. Pups were young, bright souls who were the future providers for the pack. And, even though she hated to admit it, they were pretty damn cute, even if that meant they stole the spotlight from her.
Pixie was wandering around the outside of the manor out of boredom; she wasn’t in the mood to walk out to Tallermein’s Cottage to get Magic, and she was tired of playing guitar by herself. She wasn’t going to lift the instrument off of her back until someone asked her to.
Or, as the case may be, until she heard music. As she was circling Haven Manor for the umpteenth time and approaching the front porch, she heard the sound of some sort of instrument being played from inside the fortress of bricks and cement. She couldn’t tell exactly what was making the music; all she knew was that it wasn’t a guitar, and she didn’t know the names of any other instrument.
Quietly, the blue-gray wolfess slipped in through the front door and slowly made her way to the living room. Peeking her head in through the doorway, the hood of her cloak slipped down and her hair fell over her eyes, giving the odd appearance of a giant blood-soaked furball on her head. It’s about time I had a rinse off in the lake, she thought grumpily to herself.
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