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Setting at the mirror of the room i rented for the month i hear the chatter of girls from other packs . They had just arived after a week of travel .
Like many other She-Wolf I was getting ready for tonights gathering .
Once a year for a month the Alphas gather the packs , letting us mingle in hopes of a mating. This year i was finaly old enough.
Living all my life in a small old town , deep into the woods , you dont get out much .
Tonight. I let the smile split my face .
She would give herself just this one month .
Then it was back to farm .
Slipping on a pair of faded soft kapries and black flats .
I decided on wearing my simple black tank top .Putting my long thick black hair into a high pony tail i check my self in the mirror.
I am a desendent of a Native American family , only my fathers , father was irish .
My friends said you would of never guessed .
I dont add any make up , no need and dont really see the point .
Walking out the door i grab my shoulder bag , room key .Locking the door i turn and walk down the hall .
Zig zagging through the people i make my way out of the boarding house .
It was like an old english village , escept we are in a far away old town in ireland . I giggle to myself at the lame joke .
Comming onto the market i was suprised . It was no small get up. For as far as i could see it was trades , food and adventure .
Stoping here and there i tasted foods of all kinds , felt many a silk , cotton and animal fur .
Buying a few trinkets here and there i finally notice it was getting late .
Running back to my room i shower quikly then change .
Deciding on my every day look i put on a light black slip dress that hugged my body just right .My mother made it for me .
Pulling on a pair of purple and white thick knee high socks and black boots.
Leaving my hair to air dry i set off for the festival .
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