"Human?" she asked.
"Yes, human."
"But this one is not human."
"She will be."
"Really?"
"Really."
"..."
"What is it?"
"This one doesn't want to be a human."
"Well, then what does she want to be?"
"A wolf."
---
Sometimes she would hear the voices, though she often wouldn't pay much attention. It was much happier to just to ignore them and talk to the wolves. They were beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. They were like her most exquisite sisters, who flowed in the wind like a song.
The voice tells her that she can become a human, but she doesn't want to. Humans didn't get along well with wolves. She loved the wolves. She loved... all the wolves. They were beautiful.
Some more than others.
So she told the voice this:
"This one doesn't want to be a human."
The voice listened, and replied, and she told the voice she wanted to be a wolf.
---
"Why?"
"Because this one loves wolves, and they do not get along with humans."
"Why does she love wolves so much?"
"They are beautiful."
"Some more than others?"
"..."
"It's him, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"She loves him."
"Yes."
"She'd become a wolf for him?"
"Yes."
"Then... she won't be joining us."
"Yes. This one... is sorry."
"It is alright. All is forgiven. But..."
"...but?"
"Don't forget about them."
"This one won't."
"Then... join him."
---
"Cheza?" Her name was being called, and she awoke. He stood over her, his beautiful, beautiful eyes glistening.
"Kiba." She smiled sweetly.
Join him.
"Let us go." She stood up and saw the others, and they began walking. She stood alongside Kiba, feeling like she belonged.
Feeling like, along with them, she too was a wolf.