you eat my kind for breakfast

Aurèle Aston · 04-06-2010, 09:13 AM

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She was glad, in this moment, that there was an understanding to the fickle nature of feelings. Aurèle obeyed nothing more strongly then she did her instincts; they had kept her alive this long. By all accounts, she should have turned and gone in another direction rather then return. It was her desire to become immortal which had driven her this far south again, and it was her desire for her son to meet his family that pushed her further. While Aurèle was not one top open up, she did love her family (in a peculiar way) and found them necessary in her son’s—and by extension, her own—life.

At the man’s voice, the pale woman turned her head, ears rising to a peak atop her head. For one brief moment, her eyes narrowed and darkened, but it was gone as suddenly as it had come. “It is, yes,” she answered. “The land isn’t much different then it is here, but it is much colder and snows more often during the winter.” Intentionally, she avoided speaking of her family and home pack. She no longer considered this a part of herself. It was not long after this that a red wolf appeared down the path ahead of them. She recognized him by the feathers around his head, and a friendly wag of her tail was given as a return greeting. “Thank you, Dawali,” she returned his greeting. “I’d wish to stay here, if you would have us again. You remember Anatole, though he is much changed since you saw him last,she smiled, and turned to look at the boy.

He did not advance, but remained by her side, green eyes studying the man before him. It was apparent that Anatole was a creature without understanding for pack hierarchy, given he stared the older wolf in the face brashly. There was nothing said, as he was well aware it was his place to listen and not to speak.

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