Circle Around You, Dancing

Even though she was the smallest pup, the so-called Princess, she proved so-far to be the most adventurous of the Dark Trio. Whenever her mother was not looking, or sleeping, she would scramble out of the den into the dark world which was her home and explore. This time, her mother and brothers were sleeping, leaving a restless Potema to escape unnoticed. A perfect little assassin already.

A few minutes away from her den was a beautiful clearing full of a deep, vibrant red. The color of blood, something she had grown familiar to over the past few weeks with her weaning, was everywhere; a red spot in the black-purple woods. Potema squealed delightedly, pouncing into the red bushes without a care in the world, dancing haphazardly for a while, until she saw another white wolf nearby.

She was far away from him, and not able to see the copper hues that were in place of the familiar ivory she was used to seeing on a white male. Instinctively she started trotting towards him, her stubby tail waggling as she called to him. "Papa!"