Twos a crowd

[Jace Wolfe]

It was the dead of night but the female was awake like she usually was, the woman never slept the night through it was just something she had never done even from being young. Her mismatched gaze reflected what little moonlight there was out into her surroundings, a headlamp blaze of the fierce blue and gentle amber that made her up. A warrior she was in her own right but also like a mother, caring and kind. So when a familiar howl came from outside the borders naturally the woman answered the call for attention. Her light to dark gradient-ed legs bringing her closer and closer to the borders in a relatively quick time.

She shook her head, the brown and white mane rippling out behind her in a cascade of unseeable color. Around her thighs were her knife sheaths, strapped in place with leather made from reindeer hide. Along with her knifes and her necklaces they were the only things she had with her that were a reminder of her birth pack. She gave the borders little note as she passed them, they were not her borders even if she belonged to the pack they contained, in name only. The sound of wheezing met her ears and she was slightly concerned for the grey male hiding in the dark before her. She lowered herself down next to him with a weary sigh and tried to find his face in the darkness,

"How are ya then laddie?"