should have flown south; Daye

[Mazikeen]

There is not enough sense in this ink-marked filly to feel fear when she spots the wolf emerging from the shadows to follow her as she paces. Many of those who she has met in her short life have been other shifters and it is easy for her to assume this canine is no different from any of them. What will she do the first time she meets a real predator? Hopefully she’ll be a little older then because there is every chance she’ll attempt to fight her way out of any unsatisfactory situation. Now, though, she just continues on for a few more steps just to be sure that this wolf is following her - and then she shifts. It comes a little easier now with the practice she’s been getting (which is good - because she would rather keep her failures to herself). So in place of a filly, she is a young wolf. Still white as the snow except for four black paws and a few hairs on her face. And those eyes, still bright as ever as they shine with orange fire. She keeps her colours and markings by accident, but Mazikeen likes how it always turns out that way. Much like her mother who, no matter what form she takes, keeps her midnight blue eyes. And Maze’s eyes are just like her father’s - she would not give them up. “Hi.” The girl calls out, stepping towards the wolf a few paces. “You’re not here to eat me, are you?” She asks as a joke - there is no fear in her gaze and a light trace of laughter in her voice. Mazikeen is still learning so she does not know why she is so certain this is another horse in wolf's clothing but the slight wag of her tail makes it very obvious that she does.

image by Reitro

@[Dayé]