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A long wait ensued, the silence broken only by the gentle noise of the breeze and sounds of small prey animals roaming around. Layla stood still, ready for whatever her howl might have brought. Eventually a black and white wolf, obviously pregnant, approached her. This female had black and white dreadlocks, which reminded Layla of the way many wolves wore their hair in Barbados. The woman also had a satchel and a skull-capped staff. As she drew nearer, Layla noticed a scent of marijuana and a few other herbs. This woman was most likely a medicine-woman for the pack; she doubted an alpha would be wandering alone, pregnant, to gather herbs.
“ Can I help ya, miss?” the other wolf asked, seeming wary – understandably – of Layla. Layla met the other's brown eyes with her own one yellow one. ”Ah, yes you can, the pale female said, her voice soft and calming with barely the slightest touch of accent. ”I am seeking to join with the pack that lives in the mountain.” A slight tilt of her head towards the looming mountain range. Layla's stance was relaxed, to the untrained eye she might have seemed over-confidant or unprepared. But she was fully alert and ready – at any sign of a threat the cream female could fluidly move into one of a hundred fighting positions. She strived for control over her body at all time. More than two years had passed since she had completed her training, and in that time she had learned the most important lesson of all – the only thing you could rely on was yourself.
A faint memory wormed it's way through Layla's brain, dredged up from years ago and seen through the eyes of a seven-month old pup. It was the image of an old dusty scroll, covered with characters she couldn't read. The only thing that was interesting was the drawing of an animal. Black and white, much like a polar bear that had been dipped in ink. To her, it had seemed an amusing creature. She had asked her mentor what it was. That word came back to her now, it was what this female reminded her of. A small smile came to her lips as she whispered, ”Panda.”
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