NATALIA
The sun has yet to fully rise into the sky by the time I am running patrol. I couldn’t sleep with all the new information circling my brain. The fae are so against humans that they will spearhead mass persecutions to rid the world of human-tinged bloodlines with no regard to the innocents caught in the crossfire.
Its more than just that, though. Ivy was up all night, whining and begging to go home. I don’t know why the sudden struggle with her, but her strange actions have only gotten worse in the last few nights.
Which is way I am letting her stretch her legs in the woods at the crack of dawn. My paws hit the earth, snapping twigs and rustling leaves as I run by, the brisk wind flowing through my fur. The calming nature of the forest does well to release some of this unbridl
