Firefly Glen [wp] i'm not ready to die

Ajei remembered her first meeting with Sobeille it had been fraught with confusion and the potential for bad blood. But they had persevered and forged a friendship that didn't have any words. Where Ajei was quiet and humble and passive. Sobeille was loud and sometimes vain and assertive to the nth degree. But it worked regardless. And Ajei considered her almost as dear to her as Arrluk.

Ajei did not know how to make them both happy. Though she wished she could. She was not foolish enough to not realize after some very deep rumination on Sobeilles actions to the she wolves of the creek. Exactly what that meant. And also she knew that though Arrluk could potentially share and would if requested. Sobeille was a different entity entirely. And not to mention, Ajei had not thought on her own feelings. She cared deeply. Arrluk's was a steady flame. Sobeille was her dear dear friend and she did not think more. Not because the potential wasn't there but because as much as Ajei hated to even draw attention to it. Sobeille could be dark. But it suited her.


So it was delight and a smile she greeted Sobeille. The dried blood on her a different red to her fur color. And it darkened that which was usually white.

Hello! She called to her friend.