ELARA
"What was Chestnut like?" he asked after a stretched silence, and I looked sideways at him, still wondering what kind of guard he was. He seemed carefree, and there was this aura around him I couldn't place. In Chestnut, it was easy to decipher one's rank in the Pack by their aura, but here I've come to discover that was somewhat difficult.
A large gust of wind blew, and instinctively my nose flared to catch the mixed fragrance permeating the air, released by the blooming buds. I stopped in front of a daffodil and snapped a branch, turning to face Harold. "Let's do it this way," I handed him the flower, which he accepted with a broad smile. "I will answer your questions and you will answer mine, deal?"
He seemed to contemplate his response before eventually nodding his hea
