Table by Nuki! /// sswm: 513
Alyssum watched as Itzal's smirk turned into a less confusing smile. She decided to return it with a small smile that made her lips tug upward. The coyote decided that maybe his devious grin was normal for the boy, since it came natural and he didn't seem to pull it off with any hardships. Although she had been getting more serious, because of her training and with her one year mark passing not so long ago, she had not grown to forget her good sense of humor and at least was able to smile easily instead of staying stern-faced all the time. Though she did not make jokes herself these days, at least she knew how to smile every now and then, not matter how small it was. She reminded herself of her mother; when in public the young coyote's mother would act proper and calm, though when she was with friends and family, she was more playful and open.
The yearling blinked sadly at Itzal's explanation for not owning a last name. She was in the same situation as he was, if not with a few minor details that were different. Her father, too, was rejected by her old pack before he could join their ranks to be with his mate and child because of her parentage. Alyssum did know her mother's last name, though the coyote woman declared that it was her maiden name time and time again, stating that she took up the title "de Fonte" because of her love for her child's father. This of course made nearly the entire pack angered, but they did nothing about it, ignoring them whenever she tried to correct them of her last name. "I know what its like, having a parent going away,"she murmured to Itzal, encouraging him when he seemed to register that telling her a bit of his past was no big deal at all.
She had to agree with the boy with the beauty that the winter provided. In the silence, one can take in their surroundings more carefully, and appreciate the natural beauty; the snow that covered the trees and ground in a enveloping blanket glittered like pebbles in a clear stream, rays of light being caught in the small crystals, then bounced off in brilliant colors. Even whenever she traveled in the Wastes, the vast whiteness seemed endless, which was comforting. She looked at Itzal as he turned his eyes on her again, and said,"I do agree. But, its double-sided." Like a sharp blade, one flat end held the glorious appearance of winter, while switched over to the opposite flat, it was dark, ugly, and so cold it seemed to freeze the marrow. "It can seem gorgeous, but there's many dangers out there as well."
Alyssum was starting to enjoy her pack mate's company, like all the others she met, including the Aquila Gabriel. She did not think of him of odd, the only thing that confused her was his grins, but other than that she saw nothing wrong.
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