"Mama..?"- a little, odd-eyed girl, of 3, at the very most, glanced at her mother. Her eyes were mismatched, one of them light blue, the other pure white. The flickering light of a nearby candle made it change tone, blood red, the pupil slit.
"Yes, dear?"-a long-haired woman called out softly, the silver tresses spilling down her shoulders like fine, soft silk, covering her sturdy figure-"What is it?",- she asked without turning around, continuing her preparations, shoulder lightly rolling.
"Why is my eye like this, mama? Are papa's eyes like this..?"- she asked sweetly in response. The woman stiffened at the phrase , letting out a sharp breath, her voice harsh as she turned to look at her daughter. Her light blue eyes seemed age-old as she harshly responded,-"Not now, dear, we'll talk of it when you're older. Now head to bed, it's an early rise tomorrow for the Gathering".
"....Yes, mother",- said the little girl as she clambered softly at the stairs, her hidden wolf ear pulled back knowing not to mess with Mother when she was in a Mood. She chewed her lip, and shifted into a young silver wolf pup when she was by her bedroom door, out of sight. She knew her Mother would not have approved of the action, but the Wolf was as much part of her as she was of the Wolf. Her Mother was the same as her, she felt deep inside, she HAD to understand, and yet she mused about being dangerous, they weren't Witches, they were Wolves. The little girl sighed, and continued musing, curling up to rest be the fire wih a soft grumble, the end of her fluffy tail covering her nose.
-Two months later-
A little girl sobs, her bony body convulsing on the earth. Here lies dearly beloved………caring mother and skilled………