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She had to stop for rest, though both her legs and her heart wanted to run from all things that had grown familiar during her time with the Valley Pack. Figuring that no one would notice her on edge of the neighboring pack's territory, she sat in a single beam of moonlight, the silver and blue beam muting the colors of her pelt.

"So it's true what the Runners said," remarked the feminine but strong voice that materialized beside the eastern timberwolf. "You turned down the pack initiation." It was more of a question than a statement.

Wielder tossed her head to the side, giving a crude parody of a chuckle. "No matter what I do, I'll never be anything but a DOG to them, a city-born cur," she nearly growled. "It's true what I've always heard, my fate is as unchangeable as the stars that look down on us, Dissy."

The large gold kissed black wolf laughed heartily, causing Wielder to look over her shoulder incredulously. "And you DOGS call us backwards and outdated?!" Once her amusement had ended, she continued her lesson to the timberwolf that had become her Sister. "Even our oldest Elders know that stars die, and stars are born. Nothing in the sky is fixed."

Wielder's white rimmed ears turned towards Discord as her voice became centuries older than she herself was. "And neither is your fate. If you leave now, understand that it is your choice. Fate does not move you, you move it."

More playing around with digital art. And fanart for my awesome Dissehface. Part of Wielder's story, again.

Description
She had to stop for rest, though both her legs and her heart wanted to run from all things that had grown familiar during her time with the Valley Pack. Figuring that no one would notice her on edge of the neighboring pack's territory, she sat in a single beam of moonlight, the silver and blue beam muting the colors of her pelt.

"So it's true what the Runners said," remarked the feminine but strong voice that materialized beside the eastern timberwolf. "You turned down the pack initiation." It was more of a question than a statement.

Wielder tossed her head to the side, giving a crude parody of a chuckle. "No matter what I do, I'll never be anything but a DOG to them, a city-born cur," she nearly growled. "It's true what I've always heard, my fate is as unchangeable as the stars that look down on us, Dissy."

The large gold kissed black wolf laughed heartily, causing Wielder to look over her shoulder incredulously. "And you DOGS call us backwards and outdated?!" Once her amusement had ended, she continued her lesson to the timberwolf that had become her Sister. "Even our oldest Elders know that stars die, and stars are born. Nothing in the sky is fixed."

Wielder's white rimmed ears turned towards Discord as her voice became centuries older than she herself was. "And neither is your fate. If you leave now, understand that it is your choice. Fate does not move you, you move it."

More playing around with digital art. And fanart for my awesome Dissehface. Part of Wielder's story, again.