Funny that the one intruder that could penetrate the watchful wolf’s patrol was just a little pup, funnier still that the little pup was probably one of the things the man desired to find the most, but likely expected the least. Then again, she had come with her mother who was ever watchful too, and was sure to enter the borders where luperci scents were the faintest. And here they were.
The voice that the little girl suddenly heard behind her was different than what she expected, and her whole body tensed as she whipped her head around, wide-eyed, to stare at the strange, crouching… big… man. The family was cautious, but the girls had not earned their mother’s due paranoia. The man surprised her, was all, but she showed no other inkling of fright.
Her jaw hung slack for a second, and then her maw pulled back in a taut smile. “Moongsong!” She chirped happily. “My name is Juliet Moonsong!” In a moment of elation, she tipped her small head back and let out a howl. It was just a shadow of the song she would be able to sing as an adult, but already her wolf’s voice was pretty. It was as though she was illustrating the name for the man.
“Jules!” The voice came again, and this time it was much closer. Orin had slipped down the alley behind the stores and come up beside the bookstore, between the building she once knew to belong to her friend Mars, and her own former dwelling. A grey cloak was draped over her shoulders and fastened at the collar with a wooden clasp; on the toggle a shape was carved. Something dangled from Orin’s hand, a piece of jewelry with the same symbol. She hadn’t seen Shawchert yet. “I told you not to run off like that! What were you thinking? And you lost your runes…”
As she moved out of the shadowy protection of the building, Shawchert finally came into view and she halted. A hand flew out at her side as though she was signaling someone unseen to stop as well. Through the opening of the cloak the bits of the woman that were visible were all white; no traces of pink nor brown remained. The hood still covered her head, hiding whatever hairstyle the woman now sported.
“Hi, Shawchert…” It was a good time for the lump to form in her throat, because she wouldn’t have been able to say another word over the peals of happiness that screeched out from two locations. The cream colored girl screamed first, and then a small, silvery gray girl bounded out of the shadows from behind Orin’s cloak. Her children weren’t stupid, and Orin hadn’t kept them in the dark about who their father was. All it took was for her to say his name and the girls went nuts.
“Daaaaddyyyy!!!” They yelped and yipped in unison. Juliet reached him first, but soon both muzzles were nipping and licking kisses at every inch of their father’s fur.
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