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♩ Jessie ♩

      Jessie Owens rolled over in bed, kicking at his already tangled bed sheets. Silver moonlight trickled in through the window, cutting across his carpet and giving everything a soft glow. It was rather beautiful to look at, and he briefly thought about painting it.

      But it was also shining in his eyes, and with a groan he rolled onto his other side. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the silvery tendrils sprawled across his legs, begging for his attention. A sigh escaped through his lips as he came to the conclusion that he was never going to be able to sleep.

      As his feet connected with the floor, Jessie heard the wood beneath the carpet creak. The sound was muffled but loud in his ears, and he winced. His hearing had been getting better and better lately, and before he had wondered if it was because he was starting to go blind. But no - his sight was just as good.

      Shrugging off the curiosity, he turned his gaze to the window. Taking steps closer, he looked out at the dark houses cluttered across the landscape and simply stared. Stars twinkled vaguely in the distance, not coming out fully but rather peeking down at the sleeping citizens. Jessie was instantly reminded of a timid mouse, watching from the shadows but too scared to come into the open.

      A cold draft ruffled his hair, causing wisps of brown to fall in his eyes, and he blinked. Something was tugging at his conscience, pleading with him to pay attention. A thought fluttered on the fringes of his mind, but for the life of him he couldn't capture it long enough to understand. Every time he came close to closing in on it, it'd duck out of his reach and scurry further away.

      Sighing, Jessie shook his head and tried to shake off the growing sense of... Of what exactly, he couldn't say. He felt like he'd just lost a close friend, like something precious had been stolen from this world. But he also felt overwhelming joy and... a tug. Like something was calling for him, as if his friend was calling for Jessie to join them.

      A shudder rocked his body as another chill crept up his spine, but suddenly the odd feeling was gone and he felt that he could finally relax. It was puzzling and felt strangely like deja vu, as if he'd experienced something similar. But nothing stood out to him, so he shrugged and forced himself to banish the thought.

      Mouth parting in large yawn, Jessie pried his gaze away from the window and drifted back to his bed. Drowsiness clung to him now, threatening to drag him down into sleep's sweet embrace. Tucking himself under the covers, he uttered a soft, content sigh and finally drifted off.

♩ Rami ♩ 

      We were being called for a dream visit. His name was Jessie Owens, Ace told us. The sixteenth birthday was soon, exactly a month away, and the boy's soul was giving off strong pulses already. The Alpha provided us with various bits of information - hair color, eye color, career interests, relationships. He even told us what type of dreams the boy had. Turns out Jessie already dreamed about wolves and snowy places, without us getting involved.

      "Yo, princess!" came a loud voice in my ear, dragging me out of my thoughts. I winced at the volume as I turned to Misty, who looked ready to let loose another yell.

      The blonde wolf's fur was tussled and her blue eyes held a bright look to them that suggested she had recently been in a scuffle of some sort. Typical Misty; she managed to get into fights over the weirdest of things. Rami was beginning to suspect that she enjoyed all the trouble she caused.

      "Not so loud, geez," she grumbled, her black tail swishing. Then she perked her ears, head tilting as she questioned, "What'd you do this time?"

      A sharp bark answered before Misty could, and Rami whipped around to see Greyson standing in front of them, a wolfish scowl etched into his expression. There was a bright red clinging to his pelt and face; it wasn't dark enough to be blood, but what else could it be? She was momentarily baffled, before catching a whiff of the Outer Lands lingering on the Subordinate's fur. Their freezing fortress gave way to a slightly warmer climate there, and Misty was often caught smashing berries with her paws.

      Biting back a sigh, Rami inched forward, trying to label Greyson's anger on a scale of one to ten. He'd originally had a pretty solid black hair color - she would know, she was at his "death" - but when he'd changed, the black had given way to a smokey dark grey. She figured he was pretty nice, but he also got really serious about rules of the pack. The male wolf had a glare fixed on Misty, and Rami rated him to be at about 5 or 6.

      "Misty is dearly sorry for whatever it is she did to you, and it won't happen again in the future," the black wolf rattled off, leaning forward to start grooming Greyson's sticky fur. The berry juice tasted sour on her tongue, but she didn't mind much. After a second she felt the tension leave the other wolf's body, and he joined in to help get rid of the red substance. 

      Misty snorted, and Rami saw her rolling her ocean blue eyes. She highly doubted that the gold-furred wolf would help, and she wasn't surprised when Misty started to turn away. Pausing, the other female called before taking off, "Later love birds!"

      It was Rami's turn to snort as the Subordinate sped away, and beside her Greyson let out a low, rumbling laugh. Shooting a glance at him, she realized the scowl had disappeared and he now had a grin plastered to his face. Smiles fit him a lot better than frowns did, in her opinion.

      "Come on, Ace should be calling for us soon... Race ya?" the grey wolf suggested with another easy grin. Greyson was fast, but they both knew that he wasn't nearly as fast as Rami. But their races were still pretty fun.

      "Your on!" Rami yowled, her black paws reaching forward and eating up the ground as she bolted towards The Tree. Behind her she heard Greyson make a protesting comment, and she laughed into the wind as she ran. Without turning to look, she knew he was chasing after her now.

      Slowing her pace just slightly, the small Subordinate relished the feel of snow crunching under her paws. The wind was tugging at her fur in a comfortable sort of way, and her speed made it feel like she was flying.

      Rami could run forever, if only her destinations weren't always so grim.