street's like a jungle

[Wraith Creed]

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[/html]Val didn’t look too happy to be the one to call Aeron. Wraith curled into herself after she realized how stupid she was being. She was over a year old and she couldn’t even howl for someone on her own? Of course Val would keep thinking she was just some dumb kid if she did things like this. But she had brought Val here for moral support—she thought. She didn’t want to face Aeron alone since the last time, she’d spat in her mother’s face and thrown away her attempts to reconcile their relationship. She’d deserved it, but even still, Wraith felt guilty about it. She was so torn, too: she wanted to have a mother, but then, she didn’t want one if she would just hurt her again. She wanted a mother, but did she need one? If she had Val, whose mother and father were both absent, shouldn’t she be happy with that? Why did she have to go and be greedy? She was so confused.

“Thanks,” she mewled. She kept her eyes on the ground because she didn’t think she could look at her sister. She berated herself for being so weak and kept up a chant of stupid, stupid, stupid until Val spoke up. She widened her eyes when Val said that she hoped that Aeron wouldn’t try to kill them. Would she? Wraith was so shocked that when Val asked her if she would ever leave Inferni, she shook her head, numb. She wanted to promise that she wouldn’t leave, but she couldn’t form the words. Now, she worried that someone else would find them and hurt them. She didn’t want Val to get hurt. For a moment, she contemplated leaving with Val just in case. Who knew what these crazy wolves might do. These thoughts were dashed away when she heard movement in the distance. Alert, Wraith scanned the trees and lifted her nose to test the wind for any new scents. She smelled them before she saw them and when she did, her suspicions were confirmed: there was someone else with Aeron.

The puppy snarled and referred to Aeron as ‘mama.’ Shocked, Wraith watched as Aeron drew closer on her horse. She stood still, refusing to move, and keeping her eyes on the weird white thing. Aeron dismounted from the horse and Wraith glanced from the white puppy to Aeron and back again.

“I,” she began, but stopped. She didn’t want to say that she’d come here to see Aeron, but that was exactly what she had done. “Who’s that?” she asked instead, pointing at the white thing with her right foreleg.[html]

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