Whitestone Monadnock puella lupo inferno interfecta est

OOC! For @Saradathia and set in the evening.

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Change was coming.  Anaia could feel it building up inside of her.  She wasn’t sure how much longer she could live like this.  She wasn’t meant to be this way, constantly afraid. It was an endless spiral.  She was scared, then she thought about leaving, which scared her more, which made her think about leaving, which scared her more.  She wasn’t sure what to do.

More than anything, she wanted to talk to Sara.  Maybe she could help her… maybe she would come with her.  She still didn’t have a plan… she wasn’t sure she could do anything quite yet. But she needed to talk about it now.

She knew her sister was usually up late to watch the sunset, and she headed out to where she sat. She wasn’t there yet, and Anaia sighed.  She decided to sit and wait, in case she showed up.  If not… she wasn’t sure what she’d do. She might lose her nerve.  It wasn’t that unbelievable, considering her recent behavior. She wasn’t sure what she hoped for from this either; would her sister excoriate her? Would she support her?

Her shoulders hunched as she stared out over the tundra, ears drooping. She hoped Sara came; she hoped somebody here would care.

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The arctic huntress took the trek up the Monadnock, her bidaily ritual of watching the sun rise and set would start soon, a small scrawny hare caught firmly within her jaws, swaying slightly from the motion of her movement, her tail wagged idly behind her, the young wolf was fairly content with life at the moment, she had family within the pack, a good solid pack, trust, position, there wasn't much more she could ask for beyond all of that.

Unaware of just how shortly that would all be changing. She paused, there, her sister sat, in her usual spot, Silver eyes shone as Saradathia gave a friendly growl, dropping the hare, she paused, tilting her head, Anaia’s body language betrayed her tension. “Everything alright…?” she asked, starting to worry now, she hadn’t known what had been happening while she had been gone, very poor communication in staying up to date on the pack’s news.

OOC! Spring break and midterms are over so hopefully I can post a little more regularly :)

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Anaia didn’t have to wait long for her sister to join her.  The familiar scent, mixed with that of a hare, wafted over her.  Sara’s very presence helped her to relax, but nothing could completely release the tension at this point.  The other wolf was quick to pick up on it and inquire after her.

“Yes.” Anaia said quickly, just out of habit.  Then she sighed.  “No.” She greeted her sister by licking the back of her ear and nudging her with her nose, but that was the extent of the excitement she could muster.  It had been a while since she had seen her sister, since Sara was often out hunting or scouting, trying to pick up the slack for the large pack.

She knew the other pale wolf must be tired, but Anaia needed to talk to her. The small woman looked around, searching for other pack members who might be close enough to hear her.  Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought that somebody might eavesdrop and report back to the alphas.

It took all of her willpower to force the next words from her lips, and they fell with barely a sound. “I’m afraid.” She swallowed, her throat seeming to close off and making words impossible.  She was breathing fast and shallow.  “All the time.”

"Speech"  Thought