Trombetta Behr
Word Count → 422 :: 
She had finally done it. For a week now the red girl had dwelt on the world outside the pack borders. She could nearly see it, that invisible line between rock and shrub. But she had hesitated, the words of her parents echoing in her heave like even her mind was a cave. She was not frightened of punishment, nor the outside, but she found it difficult to go against her parents’ wishes. Finally though she could take no more of it, and the gangly pup slithered past Anathema’s boundaries.
She went at a decent pace, in no true direction, though she made sure to note the position of the sun so that she would be able to find her way back. The forest out here smelled so new, untouched, it was exhilarating. Her shadows followed her, as per usual, though it seemed their numbers were dwindling. Perhaps the others had lost interest in her, allowing their leader, Skrak, his obsession. Some followed him still, but today, the small group dissipated into just the scraggly raven, who followed the girl along until way past Anathema borders, before swooping down to perch upon her boney back. He had begun doing this, and Lillith didn’t mind so much, she found she had a bit of a fondness for the silly bird brain.
Lillith’s large paws carried her swiftly; she had grown immensely in just the past month, and was nearly the size of a adolescent wolf now, though her gangly longs legs and over sized eyes still gave away her true. She was becoming sick of this form, she so much wanted to take on the two legged form of the adults, but she knew she would have to wait.
Her reverie was suddenly broken when Skrak called out, "Fox girl!" and took flight into the trees. The sudden noise startled her slightly, and she lifted her head to growl at the bird slightly. But then, her hazel eyes were drawn down; something had spooked him, but what? Her black nose began working furiously, and there, intermingled with the foliage; the scent of a wolf. Lillith stood very still, honing in on the smell, before moving forward. It was not long before she came upon the woman, lounging again the tree. She was a large and beautiful wolfess, and Lillith was completely taken aback by her visage. She was black, like the darkest night; Lillith had yet to see such an ethereal creature; all she could do was stand there and gawk like a fool.
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