Losing My Self/To Leave Or Not (Efron/Open)

[Sandtiger]

He was painfully aware of where he stood. Right at the very edge of his adopted pack's territory, and he said adopted with emphasis. This had never been his true home, he, even at four months old and newly orphaned (At least, what he knew of.), was extremely apprehensive about being in the pack. It seemed ridiculously kind. A cruel smirk ran up the black wolf's face. If Ayria and Brock had been much less merciful and sympathetic to the plight of three little pups, he most likely would not have lived. Most likely. He still thought he could of made it, for he was sharp-witted, always ready to fight to survive, even then. He had always been at least a little precocious for his age. That was a different story for Eyolf and Cheveyo. Cheveyo might have made it, he didn't know. His sister had hidden strengths and weaknesses even he as her brother he didn't know. But he knew Eyolf, and he knew Eyolf would have never made have made it. Never. Even if Eyolf was the eldest of the three, or at least, older than him (And he was by no means the youngest.), he sure didn't act like it. Eyolf... was too innocent, he would've never survived. His brother was wizened up a bit now, but... Efron felt his brother was almost beneath him. Not in a bad way, but almost if that were the natural order of things. He felt as though Eyolf needed protecting in a way. But that contradicted with Efron core make-up so very, very much. My very soul, my nature, it is contradicted by Eyolf, so very much. And yet he is my flesh and blood, but is he truly? Efron stood there motionless, the smirk now gone and his dark eyes flashing and head held high as he thought deeply. The year old wolf was still growing rapidly, it was apparent he would be positively enormous as an adult. He stood at around 34 inches of height right now, tall and lanky as always. That never changes with the lean, now muscled wolf. He was around 5 and a quarter feet nose tip to tail tip, currently, but that was rapidly changing to. He would stand a proud 38 inches tall and 6 feet from tail to snout when he hit full maturation. He outsized Eyolf a good deal still, and always would. Where his size and such came from was unknown. His coat color was prickly black sparsely covered with dark brown at it's fringes, and his very dark eyes, which were either midnight blue or dark, dark brown, somewhat resembled Cheveyo's looks. Cheveyo had black fur and blue eyes, so the resemblance wasn't lost between them. The dark eyes were the only thing he shared with the beige furred Eyolf, but Eyolf's were clearly chocolate brown. Efron noted all this as he stared down at a reflection of himself in a puddle from a recent early spring shower. And even my appearance contradicts Eyolf's... he represents this pack far more than I do... and that is why, along with my need to assert my independence, have to take my leave, now or later. So that was the true reason the dark eyed adolescent stood at the border of the Southern pack. The border between known and unknown. As adolescence dawned upon the three sibling's it was clear Efron grew much more confident, more independent, and much less willing to agree with his pack-mates, his superiors. In him grew from the sparks of early childhood, a keen sense of himself. The alpha pair had their own pups now, or would soon have them. He was able to create mirages and he discovered his secondary ability only a week before, telekinesis. He had yet to master it. He felt that Eyolf, as well as Cheveyo, constituted this pack's aspirations, and hopes so much better than he. He constantly looked inward to himself, thinking What will I gain from this? or Is this worth it for me?, whenever a situation arose amongst the Wolves of the South. These were the thoughts of a loner, he mused to himself, someone who looked out for himself. But these self-thinking thoughts were so heavily contradicted by his care for his brother. His innocent brother. And that was why he needed to get away from this place. To find himself, to break the bond between brothers, and sisters. Efron reached out a paw, one black paw in the early dawn light, it landed just across the border. He was going to leave. He needed to find freedom from his bonds, his bonds that to others, were his only chance of redemption. For without the light of his pack, his brother, his sister, he would fall into his own rebelliousness, his mischievous, and dark nature. So For this falling wolf, he would need a new name, at least something else to use as a nickname, that name would be, Swithun, the Quick, and Strong. I am so sorry Eyolf, but I can not stay, when I see you as my weak point, my brother. I am sorry Cheveyo, my sister. I am sorry. Lyrics: I run from the light, from redemption, from the known, into the unknown, for I need to find my lost identity. Notes: N/A OOC: N/A

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M O O N + E L L I S

Their double pawsteps crunched gingerly through the thin layer of remaining snow from the last particularly brutal blizzard. Gaellis in particular, seemed to be having trouble staying quiet. He was out of practice for sneaking around the snow, and looked a tad thinner than he had in the fall for it. His muzzle pressed to the ground while the female beside him surveyed the landscape with her single, good eye. "He's nearby." she murmured in a harsh, croaky voice.

Those were the first words uttered by the fae since the death of the Eastern Alpha, Thor. Gaellis always knew Thor to be a legit threat against the Northern Pack, but she didn't think Moonrunner would, or could play such a dirty trick upon the former alpha.

"Yea, he is." he answered in his twangy accent, that strange, prickling feeling he always got when another, unrecognized wolf was nearby. "A bit to the south."

He recognized the crazed look that appeared in the eye of the Alphess- the same one she took on when she thought about the Southern alpha pair. "... Not that strong, ma'am." he murmured in response.

So then, it was not Brock... But... Who could it be? The pair emerged through the dark pines, two shadows in the twilight. Down below, about thirty yards away, stood a magnificently large black wolf.

Gaellis recognized that look as well- he himself held it no more than a year ago when he made the conscious decision to leave his own pack behind. A moment of silence sat between the two still wolves, and within that single second, they both knew.

Gaellis raised his beige muzzle tinted with navy tribal swirls to the air, and released a shattering howl- one he was sure the two alphas of the land to the south could hear. It was one, of playful invitation, initiation, instigation.

'Come to us.' it said. 'Come where you belong.'

[Sandtiger]

Inching out of the territory at first, crossing the recent scent marker, and as he moved forward, he regained his ever-growing confidence. Finally his steps were bold and full-fledged. Revel... the dark whisper in his mind seductively murmured, Revel in your new path, for it lays right in front of you... Feeling a shiver in his spine at the prophetic words of his perhaps crazy mind, the male looked back one, and only once. He saw in the distance the geysers of Biscuit Basin and the spring puddles and renewed grasses of the Southern Thumb. He could hear voices in the distance, the sound of wolves waking up and greeting one another. Among them would be Eyolf and Cheveyo. But it held no meaning now, for in the early morning light, Efron/Swithun heard the call and a distinct rustle in the wind. And his eyes flashed with recognition at one of the two scents. Moonrunner. You didn't forget her, ever. The same wolf who I once thought was a lunatic and I snapped at... may very well be the same wolf who can help me break away from these constraints that hold me here... He turned to see two wolves at the top of the hill, one was the One-eyed Alphess of the North, Moonrunner, and another wolf, a male, with a beige coat like Eyolf's, except darker, and it had turquoise markings laced in it. The strong yearling looked to see Moonrunner's gaze upon him, and her wings spread. The message was obvious. An ironic smile crawled onto the males mouth, his prickly, thick black fur standing on edge. The tall, lanky male crept up the hill surely and steadily, coming to meet the two adults. Suddenly he looked disgustingly at his own brown-tinted coat, disapproving of the scent. He was Southerner no more, no longer. Standing only a few feet from the two other wolven, he looked at Moonrunner's green eye with his own dark as night eyes. He lowered his tail and pulled back his ears gently, eyes closed as a sign of his acceptance of call and of the superiority of rank that Moonrunner and Ellis held. He would swear allegiance to them, and only them. Eyolf was finally forgotten for the briefest moment, and it delighted the large black wolf more than anything ever had. He opened his dark eyed, that danced with a strange emotion and he smiled darkly, fangs glinting eerily in the low light. "I will come, and serve until death takes me," - he said with that eerie smile. ... Lyrics: N/A Notes: N/A OOC: N/A

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[Shanto]

• Cougar

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From the depths of the forest, Cougar followed their tracks, the two power-houses of the pack, to the edge of the southern thumb. She suddenly hoped it wasn't the male she had met before, Moonrunner would be displeased if it was, and Cougar was not disappointed. Here was a fit, confident male, leaving the southern life to come live as a rouge. It didn't make much sense in her world. Why would he leave food, protection, and a good rank to live with them?

In the distance, she heard howls of a plenty. Birthing season could only make those howls mean one thing, pups of a plenty. She walked a cautiously up beside her fellow pack mates, looking at the male with her stunning blue eyes beneath the bangs. Cougar looked almost like a duplicate of Swithun's sister; The blue eyes, black fur, and bangs hanging over a long sleek muzzle. The blues were daring him, telling him almost to turn around and run back to the life he had had before. The blacks were attracting him, calling him to a confident young female with beauty crawling all over her. The rest of her, well it was sending of an almost saddened vibe.

Such a fine male to be running off. He smelled of brothers, sisters, pack mates, alphas; everything that Cougar had wanted as a pup. But she had never gotten any of it, and if it wasn't for the two rouges standing beside her she wouldn't have made it to a year. Maybe not even half for that matter. Somehow, though, Cougar could sense a bigger picture. If Moonrunner had taken her to attract young, strong, males to the pack; then somehow she had succeeded. But the she-wolf hoped it wasn't true. She sat down in the cold snow, her breath clearly showing in the new morning's light. Snow was white, purity, and her element of power. Ever so lightly, the she-wolf willed it to snow. It did, big flakes slowly falling to the clearing in the pines. Cougar. Cheveyo. They looked so much alike- it was almost scary.

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M O O N + E L L I S

The fae said nothing, though she was ceartan of both approaching wolves- Gaellis had nudged her the second he felt Cougar's presence dawn ever closer. Her muzzle gently bent down, flashing her yellow teeth, before a slick tounge pressed from Swithun's nose up to the top of his head, between his ears. She had accepted this once Southern wolf as her own kin, just as she had when he himself first entered the old lands.


With that strange, playful smirk, the alphess backed away, parted her jaws to the sky, and let loose a haunting note, an official invitation to her pack- one she hoped Brock and Ayria heard.

Gaellis kept his lingering gaze upon the male for a moment, casting a wayward stare over his shoulder. One blade lightly shrugged, as if telling Cougar to 'come here,' before he lifted his countenance, and joined Moonrunner in her welcome. They felt no need for words, not on such a somber... Or in this case, happy occasion. Another mouth to feed, but another mouth to hunt and fight, one subtracted from the Southerner's ranks and added to those who wander the lonely North.

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[Sandtiger]

Swithun's ever keen eyes spied the young female, about his age, maybe a little younger, arriving behind Moonrunner and the other beige wolf. This female had darker blue eyes and dark grey-black fur, reminding the new Northerner or Cheveyo, the sister he was leaving behind in the South, with Eyolf. Good riddance. he thought with some strange content. He almost narrowed his eyes and his thoughts turned to cautiousness of this female as she started to give off in his opinion, mixed signals. But beyond that, the female seemed like another Northerner. He eyed Cougar for a single second, and his shaded eyes were emotionless. He then once more payed attention to Moonrunner and Gaellis. His eyes closed, orb-like eyed concealed as he felt a snake-like tongue slip up and between his ears. A signal of his initiation, his new identity. He was not Efron the Southerner, he was Swithun the Northerner. Thus no longer am I bound by blood to the Southerners down there, finally... Opening his eyes as the smirking Moonrunner backed away, perhaps in teasing, perhaps in victory. A single, long and hollowing note was loosed into the previously peaceful morning, started by the rebel Moonrunner, joined by the other male. He noted with some curiousity as always that the male seemed to be close to the female with bangs, signalled by a slight gesture. The noise wa sloud and he knew that the sound would most definetly be heard by someone down in the valley below, they weren't deaf. Or perhaps they'd ignore it, grimacing in remembrence of their traitor, Moonrunner. They'd have one more face to add to the deserter list: Swithun. Coming to stand next Gaellis, he joined with a strong, masculine howl of his own, defiant in his own way. A red coated she-wolf heard the call and smiled darkly, her eyes changing form red-brown to bright purple as she arrived. Jaelyn took in the sight with satisfacation, the poisonous wolf chuckling slightly as she came up behind Cougar and Moonrunner, joining her fellow Northerners, new and old. ... Lyrics: N/A Notes: N/A OOC: N/A

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[Shanto]

• Cougar

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Though Cougar was saddened by seeing this male having to make such a decision at a time like this. She knew it was his to make, and sometimes what others thought was not what right.' You cannot allow for others to make you decisions. They will decide wrong every time. It is your life to live Cougar. Not theirs.' She recited the words in her head; another one of the many things Ellis had taught her about life. The she-wolf stared at the new male for a second, brushing up against Ellis lightly to aware him of Jaelyn's presence coming to.

It took her a moment to bring up the nerve to add her own howl to her pack mates, the new being and the old ones, in the powerful corus in the morning. When she did... It was beautiful and stronger, her voice was perfection. She had always had an enchanted voice, but her sounded even more unique, her youth making it stronger and more vibrant. It was not the scrawly voice of a teenage female, but the powerful vocals of a fully grown female. It was a sound, a gift, in her voice. Cougar raised her head high, the voice sticking out among the other rougher tones, a slick melody emerging. It was hauntingly beautiful, and she knew it.

Sliding over ever so lightly, she brushed her liquid black fur up against the new male's. A set of blue eyes glancing over quickly before they were shut again. The she-wolf was a flirt, downright to the bottom of her soul, but not always because she wanted to be. Moonrunner had a way of deep persuasion, and sometimes the new blood lines were just a flirtatious look away. But Cougar wanted something more real than just a look, or a kiss. Looking for something real. The touch, was something that was almost more than just a flirt.

A dare.

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The female kept her note single and strong, only tapering towards the end. Even then, she kept her muzzle raised, to emit another one of her howls.

Ellis felt the presence of the she wolf before Cougar touched him, but it was nice to know the fae had learned something after all. He could recognize that deceptively sweet aura anywhere in the forest practically, and with her appearance, he (in a show-offy fit) allowed his loud voice to overtake the rest, manipulating the sound to a booming volume.

If that wasn't a challenge to the Sothern pack, then nothing would phase those wolves.

Moonrunner allowed her jaws to close, at last, and with an approving glance around her hodge-podge of a pack, she turned and led them into the dark forest, her paws crunching eagerly upon the final reminants of snow.


Gaellis turned, and with a light nudge to Eyolf, accepted him in his own way. His gaze turned to Cougar, and with a genlte smile, murmured, "Come back into the forest soon. It's dangerous out here.

[Sandtiger]

Ending his pronounced and youthful howl with his new fellows, Swithun felt a tantalizing brush of dark fur against his own pitch black coat. Looking over quickly, with perhaps a slight weariness, the male saw it was Cougar. 'O how irony decided to show itself, it was irony in itself, really. While unbeknownst to the black male, this was the same female who had spent a little time with his brother, the more... child-like of the 'twins'. He eyed Cougar with slightly a slight curiosity, dark eyes twinkling. He looked her directly in the eye, night-dark eyes meeting smoky blue ones. As soon as he looked at her, he payed his attention elsewhere. A tossing of his tail and a brief snort occurred before he grinned darkly down at the valley below. He was not ruffled or left in a state of confusion at the female's actions, but his interest was piqued. He nodded at Gaellis as he felt the light nudge. The male didn't seem like Eyolf, despite a similar fur coloring, ignoring the turquoise markings on the older wolf's back. He looked squarely at a newcomer, a reddish wolf, who simply grinned viciously at him with blood-red eyes, he returned it with an bemused expression. Jaelyn was not fazed by the impudent pup, she could see from his body- language, that besides Moonrunner and perhaps Ellis, the male thought he was superior than her and the others, or at least, extremely confident in himself to the point of disregarding others. Perhaps that's why he turned away form the South. It didn't matter, he would learn his place soon, the female's grin cracked wider as the yellowish teeth of hers become coated in something a little more potent than saliva. And the fool knows not what he does... But did any of us truly know what we did when we that young? Closing an eye and glancing a bit at Cougar and Swithun as she thought. The female shook her head in an amused way and the jaunty gait of the female became apparent as she followed her Alphess into the forest, her form fading slowly against the light snow. Swithun noted silently as the adult females left, leaving him and Cougar. Ellis wished for their return soon, or at least Cougar. (He suspected a father-daughter bond, at least a mentor-student bond between the two.) The prickly furred male's fur finally smoothed down into a thick mesh and the handsomely tall male eyed Cougar. He eyed Cougar for what seemed the millionth time now. But there was a different look in his eye, a teasing look, a confident, if not arrogant one. Swithun did not dare wink in front of Ellis, but the male once again tossed his tail. Not so much in an interested way, but in a way that signaled he would play a game. Not so much a game, but a serious one, for even this little male, was interested in the ladies. Daring the lady is, and dare she offers... Lyrics: N/A Notes: N/A OOC: N/A

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• Cougar

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The snow fell in big flakes now. In the sunlight it glowed almost orange. She looked very lightly to the sky, wondering just where all the weather that the wolven knew of, came from. Cougar was well aware of the other females leaving and she smiled brightly to Ellis, "I'll be back soon. I don't like this place anyways..." She shrugged her bold shoulders, "Plus this guy needs to learn the borders for us." It sounded so lame it wasn't even funny. Learn the borders? Pshhhhh! Not with her he wouldn't!

The she-wolf flicked her silky long tail under Swithun's stern cut chin. It would be nice to have some time alone with a male her age that she was allowed near. Her thoughts wandered back to the creek bed and the golden eyed male, she was a flirt and she wasn't afraid to admit it. But looking into the eyes of him made her happy. As long as she was an attractive, young, teenager, Moonrunner would never let her leave or find a mate. It could ruin her beauty. Or at least in the alphesses eyes.

If Cougar could leave, she would, but her pack was the only thing to hold her back. How could she leave Ellis? He was like an older brother to her; the sibling she never had. Ellis had rescued her from the pack the would have killed her, brought the she-wolf here, raised her and mentored her. He had been her best and only friend since she was little. If the world ended now. Cougar would not be satisfied; not with just Ellis. This new male could be used just like her. Maybe. Just maybe.

[Sandtiger]

Listening perhaps just a little eagerly for his new packmate's response, Swithun's ego was as big as ever. He however, did not ever assume to know a fellow wolf's next move. His own unpredictability, his own brooding moods constantly dogged the rebellious male into accepting what he now considered a simple fact: anything is possible. From great enemies becoming mates and allies, to the extinction of the Uuma race. He was, at his best, the confident and practical dreamer, with skills in cunning. So while his the back of his mind, the pure masculine part of him wanted the female to act flabbergasted. But the dominant part of his head, the cool rationale understood the real reaction. Not bad 'wonder' boy. The female's words echoed for a little bit in his mind as she once again brushed that smooth, as delicate as a paintbrush tail under his muzzle. His keen, dark and smirking eyes followed the female like a hawk. Suddenly the wind picked up as intricate patterns of snowflakes began to whirl into the air, forming an intense tempest around the two adolescent wolven. Well the svelte lady can present a powerful display, I shall give her that! Smirking widely as the thought crept into his head, his muzzle pointed skyward to get a view for the whirling mass of wind and water swirled in the sky. His midnight-colored, whether brown or blue was as a mystery as the male's thoughts, caught Cougar moving towards him, her enchanting (If Swithun had to describe them in a purely positive way, but they truly were pretty if he thought about it.) blue eyes looked on his. The tall, lean Northerner moved with a confident strut towards the female in an almost circular motion. His tail was held level to the ground, his eyes almost daring the female to go further. Unlike most wolves, the female didn't seem completely helpless, or blinded. He could appreciate that in the female, and this made him, grudgingly or not, at the very least respect her. He almost spoke, but kept himself contained. He almost frowned suddenly. He had almost for a moment, like once with Moonrunner with as a younger pup, lost his prized self-composure. And this scared the male, deeply and greatly. But this male, having hid his emotions fluently and deeply in a locked mental vault from everyone, even his siblings, would not be read. Could be read, his prideful side told him. But for now, he kept a confident look on his face with an easiness. The dark voice in his head whispered to him softly. Do not be so hasty, Swithun. Even amongst a pretty, if you will, captivating face, who is very much your equal. Whether you like it or not. Lyrics: N/A Notes: N/A OOC: N/A

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• Cougar

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Though she was fairly impressed by the leaf display, the she-wolf would never show it. Not too let him get too cocky. Not before she had time to show off herself, that was. Being handsome and a little too cocky was a major no-no, it could easily piss Moonrunner off it. She used to be the same was too, before being broken in by her constant, 'She's not good enough' mocking tone. It hurt. It was a painful, horrendous, feeling. "Not bad 'wonder' boy." She flicked her silky black tail under his chin. Her eyes smiled in the morning light.

In almost a split second she sent the snow spinning, a whirling of water and ice blowing in a tornado around them. It spun up and around, whipping his and her fur back and forth. Cougar's light laughter in a midst of the eyes of the storm. It in circled them, twirling it hundreds of unique flakes around and around. When Cougar was around her element; it made her feel more alive than ever. She sent a carefree glance at the newbie. It was nice to have a playmate someone to show off to, a happy grin pasted on her face.

In the midst of her spinning circle, she walked closer to the male, enchanting blue eyes starring back into his. It took almost no concentration to keep the snow spinning now, Ellis had taught her how to continue with the snow no matter what was to happen. The snow blew the bangs across her face, a new smile creeping over her dark furred face. To call her just pretty was a lie.

This girl was gourgus.

Music.

[Sandtiger]

Listening perhaps just a little eagerly for his new packmate's response, Swithun's ego was as big as ever. He however, did not ever assume to know a fellow wolf's next move. His own unpredictability, his own brooding moods constantly dogged the rebellious male into accepting what he now considered a simple fact: anything is possible. From great enemies becoming mates and allies, to the extinction of the Uuma race. He was, at his best, the confident and practical dreamer, with skills in cunning. So while his the back of his mind, the pure masculine part of him wanted the female to act flabbergasted. But the dominant part of his head, the cool rationale understood the real reaction. Not bad 'wonder' boy. The female's words echoed for a little bit in his mind as she once again brushed that smooth, as delicate as a paintbrush tail under his muzzle. His keen, dark and smirking eyes followed the female like a hawk. Suddenly the wind picked up as intricate patterns of snowflakes began to whirl into the air, forming an intense tempest around the two adolescent wolven. Well the svelte lady can present a powerful display, I shall give her that! Smirking widely as the thought crept into his head, his muzzle pointed skyward to get a view for the whirling mass of wind and water swirled in the sky. His midnight-colored, whether brown or blue was as a mystery as the male's thoughts, caught Cougar moving towards him, her enchanting (If Swithun had to describe them in a purely positive way, but they truly were pretty if he thought about it.) blue eyes looked on his. The tall, lean Northerner moved with a confident strut towards the female in an almost circular motion. His tail was held level to the ground, his eyes almost daring the female to go further. Unlike most wolves, the female didn't seem completely helpless, or blinded. He could appreciate that in the female, and this made him, grudgingly or not, at the very least respect her. He almost spoke, but kept himself contained. He almost frowned suddenly. He had almost for a moment, like once with Moonrunner with as a younger pup, lost his prized self-composure. And this scared the male, deeply and greatly. But this male, having hid his emotions fluently and deeply in a locked mental vault from everyone, even his siblings, would not be read. Could not be read, his prideful side told him. But for now, he kept a confident look on his face with an easiness. The dark voice in his head whispered to him softly. Do not be so hasty, Swithun. Even amongst a pretty, if you will, captivating face, who is very much your equal. Whether you like it or not. Lyrics: N/A Notes: N/A OOC: N/A

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[Shanto]

• Cougar

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The she-wolf's face seemed to be searching her new friend's. If she could call him that, her eyes looking into his lightly and fluidly for something he might be hiding. There did seem to be something there, but she would not test the limits of how far she could go just yet. Cougar was a pretty girl, but sometimes even that couldn't ward off trouble. It was right in front of her after all. Standing there- tall dark and handsome. Pretty eyes and crafty smile holding something in. She wanted to know him more than she had wanted to know any other male. To know his secrets, his fears, his past, present, and future. Swithun seemed more than others. He seemed more than others. Seemed more what? Cougar questioned it. From the moment she layed her eyes upon him, she felt a spark of something new. Something powerful and haunting. No other wolf had ever made her feel this way. Not the wolf in the creek, not the male under the cherry tree, not Ellis, not anyone. But what was is that he was making her feel? It certainly could not be normal.

'What is this feeling?'

Slowly she smiled, walking around him. Her movements were fluid and slow, like a well oiled machine, no cogs meshing wrong, no gears slipping. He was dignified, handsome, smart, and most importantly something mysterious and new. Cougar had always been curious, like a pup on its first day out of the den. New things were absolutely always a mystery to her. Her dignified appearance sometimes heavily contradicting her rambunctious personality when she was attracted to something new. But this seemed different. He was new and she was attracted to him. But not in the manner of other things, some way she had never felt before. But the more she viewed the male, the closer she got to his skin- the more she felt it. It was great. It was a drug. It was a diease. It was something.

'What is happening to me?'

Butterflies seemed to disappear, she wasn't nervous as she was normally when being such a flirt. But this time she wanted more than just to flirt. Cougar wanted, more like needed, a friend. A friend closer than another female or even just a plain male. As she came around the other side of the male, she slowed the snow, turning it into beautiful, slowly-falling, giant flakes of white water. Frozen into such delicate and different patterns, they were each as unique as the creatures they landed on in the forest below the overstuffed snow clouds in the sky. It was a soft moment, a quiet and delicate moment. She moved closer, licking him on the cheek, blushing with a light and true smile. His fur was rough and wet from the snow she had caused before.

'Please don't hate me.'

These emotions ate at her, but even though she had just met him, she wanted to be his friend. She wanted to be his companion. She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to hunt with him. To play with him. To help him. To heal him. To run with him. Something about him made her fall head over heels and want to run in and just tackle him. Swithun was different. Swithun was great.

Swithun was the boy.

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