Fear..... (open)

Lyra's deep green eyes began to wander from the fellow wolf, off to the sky and then the the small stone assemblages which surrounded them like an audience. It was true this place had a bit of an odd feeling about it, as if the wolves weren't completely alone. But, of course, they weren't, mice ran through the ground, birds flew overhead and she had heard some large hoofed animal passing over the stones. The clicks of its hooves made its placement obvious, like a calf to slaughter. But her time was consumed with this white wolf, although it was possible she might want a hunt too.

The question irked the creamy wolf pulling back the remembrance that she was alone in the world, other than the demon in her head and the white fae which graced the spot next to her. Loneliness wasn't usually a very prevalent emotion in Lyra's brain though, she kept herself company. But to the unknowing wolf it may appear that she traveled alone and when she slept, it was without another wolf by her side. The thought of a male dominating her wild spirit nearly made her scoff, it would never happen, for it to even come close she would need to be his equal. Although she was female, her vicious demeanor kept her fragile heart together and patched it together with tar-like glue; her demons.

Indeed I am alone,"

Her voice sounded forlorn, a bit off because of her absorption in her thoughts, but as the lone wolf's next phrase left her face changed to one of scorn. It was the idea of being chained to a place, a set of wolves who she had no control over. She did not wish to submit or even bend her will in the slightest, in a nutshell it would be like Hell for her. The demon returned to hell she liked the sound of that, although her firm decision wavered a the thought of the torture she could bring, even as a lone wolf.

"Chaining me to a life of submission and being used as a pawn in their idea of war does not sound appealing to me. My family was murdered by those things which inhabit wolf bodies. The only reason for me to be near them is to rip their throats."

Rage burned in her eyes, she could still remember the night of the massacre very clearly though it had happened years before. Her madness was slightly unfounded because she did not know which pack actually did the killing, but she blamed all of the packs for that night. She had no pity or forgiveness for those wolves, they deserved to die just as gruesomely as the ones they killed. Fury blocked any possible logical conclusions so she simply left the matter alone, not thinking over the details or the possibilities that no one alive was at fault. Instead she hated the morals the pack was founded on, wolves almost always had slightly blackened souls, giving them room to kill and betray. So she decided to simply avoid them or at least for the most part.

Anger still choked her throat, her tail stiff as if it too held the same malice for the pack members who murdered her family. But as emerald looked to the snowy wolf and seeing her innocent face, obviously born long after the deaths had occurred she couldn't help but feel a tiny change in her heart. As if some light shown in the dark place, growing a sprout of doubt in her surety to hate the packs. How could leave this little weakling to be killed among those political and savage wolves who dominated the packs? Motherly instinct took to protect the other wolf, although she still felt no love or reason to be nice to it.