Brightwood — [AW] seeing all the vultures circling

speech It was a relatively calm night. There was no rustling of the leaves, no rumbles of thunder in the distance, no one singular blaring noise that stood out amongst the rest. Instead, the crickets played their melodious harmonies from the grass and the soft coo of a young owl echoed against the the moonlit forest. If one could see above the canopy, one would see the black sky filled with twinkling stars as far as the eye could see and not a single cloud in sight. It was a calm night for all…except one. If one listened hard enough, one could hear the soft pitter-patter of paws hitting the earth. Weaving between the tall spindling trees was the frame of a small little wolf of chocolate and cream hues. Her fur appeared disheveled - dirty and perhaps even matted in spots. There were even spots that were stained with the color of crimson. Blood. Anybody who had seen the life-bearing fluid could easily identify that these stains were old. Then there was also the matter of the wings that graced the little one’s frame. As large as they were, they were beautiful…or at least they could be if the poor thing knew how to even hold them up correctly. Instead, they dragged upon the ground, getting even more dirty and occasionally tripping up the young girl as she traversed the land. Her teal-colored eyes glanced around the area as she traveled. Fear and curiosity seemed to fill them. Every so often the little one would pause and stare at something: a branch, a stick, a bush, a tree. Everything seemed to catch the little one’s interest but eventually, she would take a quick fearful glance around and then continue trekking. Her movements almost seemed to have an air of hiding about them. It was like she didn’t want to be seen or found and yet she seemed unable to conceal her movements at the same time. The sight would certainly be a curious one to any onlooker should any be there.