She so bright.
She's not smiling... but she's not frowning either.
The look on her face as she passes the people who look up to her.
Not a stern stare or a look of hierarchy.
But a look of leadership.
Her hair is not well groomed. The hairs that frame around her face are spiked out of her messy braid. Dirt is smeared on her cheek and chin, mud covered her knees and bare feet. Her fingernails are short and uneven, most likely from battling. Her breathing is uneven, a sign of weakness.. Especially in front of a potential enemy.
But her eyelashes are thick and bold. Black like her hair, but seemingly naturally curved upwards. Her eyes are dark brown, could easily be mistaken as black.
If I wasn't who I am, she'd be killed.
The thought ruffled my wolf's fur the wrong way.
As she nears me, goosebumps arise on my arms and neck.
If it weren't for my men surrounding me, I don't think she would have noticed me staring at her.
But she's an alpha, she could be full of surprises.
