Aila

Aila sat in the tall grass looking up at the night sky. Her eyes were wide with wonder, even at the age of twelve, she was like a child of five. It was most likely because she hadn't grown up among humans, and thus only knew a few human words but her wolf vocabulary was vast. Though she couldn't always completly fulfill the wolf language, being a two legger kept her on her side of the barrier. Tonight, the moon was full and it had her captivated. She sat on her knees hardly noticing that her feet were beginning to get that tingle of 'going to sleep'. She shifted a litle and the grass around her made a small noise, the wind forced the tall grasses to sway and make that swish sound she found comforting. Things had been going haywire lately and she had been looking for peace and quiet, away from any bloodshed, snarling, biting, and any other violent things. Here she had found it gazing up at the moon, how beautiful she was. Aila wished she could touch her smooth looking white fur. Though she moon didn't have fur, Aila thought she did. There was no 'man in the moon' for Aila. The moon was to bright and beautiful to be masculine, it was feminine.

Aava & Esprit

The two lone wolfess' were on their own now. Actually, they had been for quite some time. While Aava was longing for a new mate to keep her company, her daughter wanted a home to stay and belong. Aava didn't even care about pups; she simply wanted someone new to care for, other than her pups. Esprit was the only one left she assumed, since she knew another one of her pups had been killed, and then also her mate. Her mate went first, and then her daughter. Then she couldn't find her only son; he was somewhere out there, she hoped. Esprit wasn't any happier about these happenings. The killers would pay someday, whether it costed Aava's life or not. She wanted her revenge, and she would get it if she wasn' dead first.

The two canines turned and headed onto a different course, down some old trail. That was when the scent of a human came to their nares. The incident of when her other daughter was killed by humans and their newest canine creations flooded to her, and she immedietly grew ridged. Those filthy creatures! She would kill every last one of them she met. Growled, she plowed forward into the tall grass, searching for this wildlife scented human. As it came into view, Aava slunk low and flicked her banner. She didn't care if the thing seen her; it couldn't outrun her, no matter how much aging she had gone through. She was low on her belly, waiting for the right moment to strike. She wanted these humans gone, and the very canine that dared to kill her mate! All these deaths of her family were driving her crazy, and she wanted to put an end to it all before everyone near and dear was killed.

Esprit wasn't as sure as her mother with all this, but she would follow in her pawprints. She didn't have any pups of her own, unlike her sister, so she really didn't care what happened to her, as long as death was included. She was ready, though, to help her mother with revenge. Like she would get it, though, but Esprit had learned to never defy her mother-- or death, for that matter. She slunk low as well, and came up next to Aava, eyes on the young human puppish thing. Esprit was ready to help assist her mother with this, but she knew this human must have some wolven friends, or some other kind of animal, since she seemed to reek of the wild. This is what made Esprit unsure, but she couldn't abandon her mother.

Aila

Aila heard something else, the grasses swayed differently to her left. She tilted her head to the side as she looked towards where she had heard something. She let out a whimper of curiosity as she scanned the grasses. She couldn't see as well as Aaka and the rest of her pack could at night though. Her hearing was jsut as good though, and her eye sight during the day was good enough for her. She kept her position though, she didn't try and move not really sure if whatever was out there was friend of foe, though she did heighten her awareness before she went back to looking up the the moon. It still held her captivated with it's beauty. Aila seemed to be a simple creature full of curiosity for the world around her.