My boots crunched on the soft snow as I veered forward.Into the tribes square ,it was more like a wobbly snow packed.Laughter and smoke wrafted and twistled into the sky as the old ladys,wrpped in layers of hide jackets and throuseers.With quick ,bronze wrinkled hands they mended and and sewed clothes and boots.Their eyes almond shaped like mine.One ,a short and stout darted her gaze towards me her furred,collared neck.A small,warm smile on her lips and I waved at her ,a false force mile ford on my lips,not high and to my eyes.It was false,I was making an image.
But when she darted her head and began talking to younger,lithe and youthful girls with jet black hair braided in loops as their eyes landed on me,one bronze coloured eyes and anotherw ith black eyes.My eyes landed on their eyes ,swirled like honey and my lips parted.
Her eyes.
I blinked and snapped my gaze ,confused and darted my eyes towards the carpet of snow.My boots crunched and crushed on the snow wen I heard her laughter,light and airry.But with a huff,two dots of heat formed on my cheers as I wrapped myself tighter with my hide,heavy jacket as my hair dripped down my back.
With a sigh,i walked forward,ingnoring the cries,the stares and the laughter.The skeletal threes,bare and skeletal whistled and shook in the cold,icy wind.It stung my fingers which was queer,with a gasp .I rose my bare hands with my eyes wdened as I stared at my light bronze fingers,interwined with thin lines of ice and it pricks a s it whirls and spins around my body like ice on a river.I stared at aghast.
Thats strange?
Im still observing my hands as I hear shuffling and crunch of twigs,The twigs snap and the wind picks up,the tress slappinga and colliding.I lower and spread my fingers.I arch a brow.
The hair raised on my neck,erect.
I then let my eyes ran over my veins,green under my skin."I know youre behind me,Aminya."I mutter with a heavy,annoyed sigh.
I hear her mutter a curse,Scottish or Welsh?I was not a man with a shed of linguistically interested.
Gallus?
I slowly whirl to her and realise a heavy sigh which weighs down my shoulders and watch her witha nnoynace."What?"
She fliches from the harshness and posion in my tone and slowly rses from her shrunken positon and gets up.
"Okay,Mr dobber."Her accent ,thick with her Irish tongue.
My eyes flash,an angry green.My patience for anything humorous had evaporated by now.I wasnt in the mood to entertain anyone.
"Do you really have the need to insult me right now?"I question ,brows rose as I narrowed my gaze at her."I blew a loose strand of my black hair." Godesss,I do not understand your language."
She clench her fist and bared her teeth at me."What the hell,Nevacksis.Why you acting so fuckin rude?Did ye wake up with with a stick jabbed deep in ye arsehole,huh.Tell me you nut."
Aminya playful demeaour had been melted off like a glacier in the heat,scrochinga and saffcocating heat.Her fist were clenched at her sides and her deep red brown eyes ,flashed a brilliant yellow like the amber in the sun.Or what shes preached to me about the mornnibg sun,the sun that feeds life from her life in Ireland.
A realm far beyounf the ocean,large and vast and deep.
I first her when I was a pup,when human years had singular digits than full numbers.I was a young pup,ten and one.I was a short,wiry thing when a new wolf had come from overseas,beyoud my enclosed icy realm.She was a world of fog,jagged rocks and infectious green land with wild,collosal wrecks of castles nad tons of sheep.And no sun.

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Tara :Wolf Chronicles
Hombres LoboThirteen-year-old Thalia Ohinwaaa ,an art prodigy fled from her abusive father but dies and gets another chance to survive in a cold, unforgiving place. Can she survive the tribe of the mysterious and ancient creatures known as Tara? An isolated cla...