should have flown south; Daye

[Mazikeen]

There’s a flush of pride that she likes when she succeeds in pressing her nose to the neck of the older wolf - whether or not she was making it easier on her on purpose did not matter. It served its purpose and she had learned a little more about how to move, how to strike. She is still young enough that she does not totally believe that she will ever have to use these moves - though it makes her feel brave and grown to know them. Mazikeen settles herself down on the ground as well and her wolf nose crinkles in amusement after the rose wolf bats at her nose, her orange eyes dancing in growing affection. The encouragements do wonders to embolden her, bolster her confidence. Not that she was particularly lacking in any confidence to begin with, but this is something else - something more. She learned the fundamentals of shifting from her mother and maybe Agetta would have taught her to fight if Mazikeen had asked, but the subject just never came up. Now she knows that there is more than just taking on a shape. There are instincts she needs to learn. She just needs to practice more - practice moving in all her shapes and learning whatever she can about how the different animals move, and how they think. She still has not discovered a favourite snape to cloak herself with, but her fondness for the wolf is growing and she knows she’ll use this shape again. “Mazikeen - or Maze, if you’d like.” Mostly only her family uses her nickname but she doesn't think she'd mind one bit if this wolf would use it too. “What’s yours?”

image by Reitro

@[Dayé]