Ghost Whisper awoke with a start, an odd night terror (night? It was only late afternoon, but those were the ways of th Swiftfell) running through her mind. Her mother, ever the survivalist, was never shy about teaching her pups about the horrors of roguehood. And sometimes, impressionable as she had been as a little one, those tales imprinted on her. Every once in a while, she had the same, horrible dream. It was silly, really - she'd grown to be a fierce warrior, adept with her teeth and claws - a true force to be reckoned with, just like her father. But that didn't stop her from breaking out into a cold sweat and yelping in her sleep when she saw the giant wolf leaping towards her small body, teeth bared for her neck.
Shaking sleep from her mind, Ghost decided she needed to do something productive to otherwise occupy her thoughts. She rose to her paws, inching her front two forward to allow her body into a deep, satisfying stretch. Her maw stretched open as she yawned before padding out into the world, eyes blinking at the bright sun. Even as it started to head down towards the horizon, it seemed to burn brighter than even in midday. Bright blue eyes scanning the pack lands, the flirtatious little wolf sought something pretty in which to bury her thoughts.
Shaking sleep from her mind, Ghost decided she needed to do something productive to otherwise occupy her thoughts. She rose to her paws, inching her front two forward to allow her body into a deep, satisfying stretch. Her maw stretched open as she yawned before padding out into the world, eyes blinking at the bright sun. Even as it started to head down towards the horizon, it seemed to burn brighter than even in midday. Bright blue eyes scanning the pack lands, the flirtatious little wolf sought something pretty in which to bury her thoughts.
Ars Naberius
