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Losing interest in things was one of her strongest qualities. Even when she was young her mother would tell her that as they sat in the den while her brother and father were training. Instantly, with just one little thought, the walls the female had built so carefully around her most infelicitous part of life were destroyed. She could have broken down. Right there. But the thought, though it ruined the wonderful summer moment, lingered. Don’t loose interest … She looked down at her thumping paws and tasted how the fragrance of prey danced deliciously on her tongue. Strength was what she needed now. Though you could hardly call hunting an interest … the mistress slowed and tossed her head, clearing the thoughts. It wasn’t the first she had had a mental fight with herself and her deceased mother. Normally it caused headaches. Irrational ones that often brought out the dark side of Ever she never wanted anyone to see. So she continued, pushing away the thoughts and began establishing another stronger wall. All of this was breath taking and didn’t happen in seconds, so when the silver furred wolf looked back up again, she was surprised to see her rabbit in front of her no more. But the scent came. It was muddled a first with another dog—like aroma but it became clear. Wolf.
At first she furious she had lost track of the prey she needed, hiding in her thoughts like a coward. But the moment passed and she turned on the other female, feeling like she was to blame. Dawning on the younger black pelted wolf, she saw the familiar sparkle in her purple eyes. It was much like her own at times. Ever thought rapidly, she was beginning to feel like an elder, always remember times when they were young. Glancing shyly back over at the girl, she noticed she could only be but two or three months younger. Suddenly, she produced the rabbit, claiming that it was fairly her catch. That was the water to her flame, which had already began to fade. Thank you. The mistress said quietly, her tone gentle and fluid like wind chimes in the water. Looking down at the rabbit, she took a sharp claw and cut it in half. One side was noticeably larger, but Ever gave it to the other wolf, refusing to be oblivious to her companion. There you are, I could not leave you empty handed with a pounce like that. Her tone remained the same but the pleasure had leaked back in.
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