Silver Fang territories
Amaya's body was drenched with sweat as she came out of the training arena. Her hair stuck to her forehead, and a guard in a black uniform offered her a towel to wipe herself clean.
“Thanks, Nick.” She muttered, making her way to the main palace building.
A child chasing a ball collided into her, a groan tumbled out of his lips. She quickly steadied the child, squatting down to check up on him.
“Are you alright, little one?” She whispered, patting his back.
He looked up at her face and smiled.
“Silver hair? Wow, I've only seen streaks of it on my grandma. But you have a full head of silver.”
Amaya chuckled, forgetting to maintain her composure for a second.
“Can I touch it?” He asked, staring at her with warm brown eyes.
“Of course.”
The little boy
