-1The sun was setting and all was at peace. I stared into the distance. In my view, there were mountains, the sunset, and the lake. The sun had cast a beautiful orange glow on the sparkling lake.
I stood near the shore, my mind wandering. I thought of just a few moons ago, when we found out that Torak had the three-pronged fork of a tattoo: the mark of the Soul-Eaters…
Tomorrow night is my birth-night. I'll be turning fourteen summers, just a bit older than the only girl in the clan that doesn't act like a brat: Mayex. She was thirteen summers, taller than I was, stubborn, high strong, and hyperactive at times, I didn't care, she was one of my closest friends.
A rustle in the bushes snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned my head to look over my shoulder when I heard footsteps right behind me. It was Torak, but no Wolf. Strange. He must have gone on his nightly hunts, but it was still fairly early…
Torak came closer and stood next to me. "Hi, Renn," he said. He almost sounded shy for a moment.
"Hi," I responded, "where's Wolf?"
"Out on his hunt." That was obvious, so why'd I ask.
"Isn't it a bit early?" I asked. Torak just shrugged and gazed out into the lake. I saw him glance at me out of the corner of my eye. I grinned.
I felt his fingertips brush against the back of my hand; I shivered. I met his silver gaze for a moment, then, we blushed and looked away. I laughed nervously, which probably made me sound stupid. I chewed the inside of my lip. I looked back at Torak, my cheeks still warm. A smile formed on his lips, making me smile, too.