Moonspear Every time we have no control

Mira came behind the Moonspearian women. She had kept to the territory's inner areas since her return, playing with the skull she owned and dissecting her thoughts like she did to the little animals. But a call from the borders- that was something she wished to watch her mother handle. It was good to learn to do such things, she thought, and surely Hydra would not mind as long as she kept herself well within the borders. When she arrived to the scene she came upon the familiar faces already there, but what held her attention most immediately was the large male. He was something unlike a wolf, to a girl who had only ever seen full-blooded ones- and she marveled not only at his flattened muzzle, but his tail which waved so proudly in the sky, despite Mother being in charge here, and throughout the wilderness. But more than anything, she recalled what her Mother had told her of dangerous wolves- among them, a dark striped fellow- and the only one she had ever seen to match that description, Mira's fur rose along her spine, and the subtle twitch of her top lip threatening to raise at any moment gave away her tension more than anything.