Capella's off-white coat played on the evening light. Reds and purples shone from the sky, bathing the world in a sea of colors. The usual mist that donned the forest floor was somewhat lessened this night, though still present. Instead of the eerie blue color she'd become accustomed to, rested a more yellowed fog. Her spine prickled as the habitual feeling of being watched crept in. At this point she had grown used to it, but that didn't make her oblivious to the fact. The young wolf padded through the trees, dodging the limbs protruding in every which direction. Tonight was unlike many other nights. Tonight no fear rested within her heart, and she didn't fear her usual nightmares.A jet black nose gripped at the air, inhaling the scents of the forest. The only trails she could pick up were that of prey and her soon to be pack mates. Soon she hoped they would claim their pack, and begin enforcing boarders. Though she had met many wolves because of the lack of a boarder, she still would feel safer if they were to start protecting them. Even if it were just for Rosealia's pups, who would be safer in a pack setting. As there were no scent markers, others didn't know to stay away, and Capella didn't feel right turning anyone away. Well, that or she was too accepting of new wolves. She had quite a flaw in trusting others too quickly.
It wasn't long before the girl came across a tree that was lower to the ground than it's surrounding cousins. The tree held various birds and bugs nestling in for the night. A small part of her desired to disturb them. Maybe it was the pup in her begging to be let out. She had to resist the urge to yip at them so that they would fly in different directions for her to chase. She could almost laugh at herself. Thoughts like that hadn't crossed her mind in a while. At the tender age of only fourteen months, they probably should have filtered their way into her thoughts a lot more. Was there something wrong with her? Ever since she lost her small family and began fending for herself everything had changed. The old her longed for the day it could break through the cracks.
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