Whisper of the Wood

There's a whisper in the wood, where the birds fly free, to the dormant wolf it calls to see. Beyond this land where the young deer roam, is a place of wonder where magic is sewn. And across the borders as day shifts to night, the creatures of old begin to take flight. .... These are the words of the old ones and a song long forgotten in this ever changing world, where the wolves have lost their way. Deep in ember wood the young warriors of the royal pack have started thier weekly training session and for Alistair the second in line to the thrown its a chance to exercise some freedom. As per his usual routine he decides to take a detour to the training grounds, when a younger pack wolf Jason Rivers spotted him and decided to tag along. In such a large pack the likelihood of sneaking off alone was low, and the young wolf wasn't bothering him. Alistair was so sure he would reach the lake this time, until he heard a familiar irritated voice enter his mind 'You better not be skipping out again, Alistair' Sasha calls out to the pair as she tracks their scent through the woods. 'You didn't have to tag along' Jason retorts in annoyance. 'Do you think I enjoy being your babysitter little brother?' she snaps back at him, venom lacing her words. His carefree reply confirming her concern, they were heading to the border. Her pace is steady as she gradually begins to catch up to them, unaffected by the amount of energy her slender wolf is consuming. Despite being one of the smallest wolves in the pack, she was certainly one of the fastest and she managed to close the distance between them long before they reached the lake. Swiftly she stood between them and their hope of freedom, her fur standing up as she attempted to make herself appear bigger than her targets. Whilst squaring her stance and preparing herself to pounce if needed, she had no trouble displaying her sharp canines and letting a deep growl escape her throat, she meant business and the had no issue with threatening her alpha prince. The two wolves in front of her were unamused by the display, the smaller brown and tan one opting to play bow and frolic around, while the larger grey wolf simply sat down staring off into the distance. After seeing the pathetic display of the dancing brown wolf, Sasha let herself relax as she turned to her younger brother 'Will you stop. You're only embrassing yourself'. And with that the young wolf approached his sister a gleam in his eyes before rolling around in the foliage beneath their feet, 'nah, I think its more embrassing for you sis ... looks like we lost this time Alistair'. The grey wolf hadn't moved or tried to respond, instead attempting to block them from his mind whilst longing to keep running. His mind only snapping back when Sasha's loud voice boomed in his mind, 'ALISTAIR! Are you even listening to me?' she growled. The grey wolf simply whinned unfazed by her rage as he turned to walk away, choosing to return home rather than face his uncle at the training arena.