She was growing tired and unhappy. Her neck hurt, and she wanted the comfort of her mothers. Mati wanted them to gather her up and hold her close. The pup was growing angry from the fatigue and her face wore a sullen look and her tone grew darker. I am too a wolf. She was standing now, with strength that she didn’t know she still had. Was she saying that Mati was something else? Her mothers were wolves, and thus she was. Mati was no part of her father, he had given her nothing.
Mati took a step closer, shadowing the other creature with her much larger form. They would except you. They love everyone. But as soon as you spoke to them, they would figure out you were no good. Mati had no issue with her looks, it was her words that were upsetting and made her angry. The big wolf stalked off, the pain in her neck growing as she moved. The Manor wasn’t too far of and she just wanted to be home, among the evil loving wolves that she called family. |