Noctisardor Bypass the world is illogical

The petite Welsh female was as usual, doing her duties around the Bypass when she heard the melodic howl ring through the relatively calm surroundings. One for herself, one for the tawny wolf she had met earlier— Flash. She recognized who it was immediately: their Praetor, their gwrywaidd alffa, Shadow.

Immediately the girl began making her way through the undergrowth, her steps light and careful. In no time the silver Alpha male was in Crëyr's field of vision, waiting in an attentive position under the shade of a tree. Tiny fish bones littered the ground a measurable distance away from Shadow. The color of the tree's leaves were changing, a selection of beautiful hues ranging from brilliant red to a dark, dung brown.

A sudden flash of silver scales jumped up into the air, only to splash back down in the nearby creek.

She lowered herself into a position of subordination as she approached the Praetor, her thoughts mainly consisting of predictions to what the sterling Alpha Outrider would have in store both for herself and Flash. "Shadow."