The Animals Have Come to Play (Completed) (unedited)

Preface

Her face was lit up by the moon's glow as she stared up at the stars. Pure silver-white fur, marked her as a Pureblood. Purebloods were rare to my kind. Most of us have had humans mixed in at some point in our ancestry. I didn't count as one of those Mixed. My solid black fur concealed me in the shadows as I watched the beauty before me. I had a feeling she already knew I was there, but just didn't show it. A Pureblood from another family... I hadn't seen one of those since I last attended a ball hosted by a close family friend three years ago.

Lured by her scent, a vanilla-citrus combination, I took a few steps forward. I was out of my blanket of shadows. Her ears twitched, her hackle rose a bit, but she never took her eyes off the sky.

What was I doing here? I just couldn't help but check out the scent while I was taking a run nearby. I whimpered, pining for her to turn her attention towards me. She growled and snapped her eyes down to mine. Golden orbs pierced me. With my heightened sight, I could see they were flecked with hazel.

She stalked down from the rock she was on, and came a few feet away from me. She lowered her head, a snarl ripping out from her clearly stating she didn't enjoy being bothered. What was she doing up there? I wondered in a soft tone. I flattened my ears, letting out a whine. I wasn't wanting for her wolf to see me as a threat. She hesitated, her hackle smoothing down. She glanced up at the sky once more before training her gaze down at me.

I looked up past the tree canopy and stared at the smaller bright light near the moon. Venus... I bobbed my head in understanding and stiffened when she started circling me. Her eyes narrowed, searching my fur. I knew what she was doing.

Mixed wolves were marked with a different colored spot or streak on their fur. Ones with one of their parents as a human have the most noticeable blemishes. They usually had a large patch of different colored fur that extended across the top of their back from the shoulders to the hips. They also usually had a spot that was either at the tip of their ear, leg, or tail. The farther away the human was in your lineage, the smaller the spots. She came back to the front of me, her eyes wide. She took off behind a tree, and I heard the light popping of bones. I stayed where I was, unsure if she was going to come back out. She didn't.

"You're a Pureblood like me." It came out a statement, rather than a question, but I bobbed my head again anyways even though she couldn't see it. I shrank back into the shadows, shifting back.

"My name is Cynric. Cyn for short. Who might you be? This is a small town, and I know hands down that you are new." A tinkling laugh echoed through the woods, and I shivered.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," she giggled out, shifting back and taking off into the woods.