Shyly
By: Heather Lynne Hockett
Shyly was a white wolf. Very rare for her kind. She was a wild one at that, never giving in to what other's thought. She was beautiful. Vibrant white with one black tuft on her chest and always clean. Razor sharp white teeth were her pride when she hunted down prey. Her eyes, golden, could make whoever she looked at feel as if their very soul was being searched. In her human form she was if possible more beautiful. She had waist length snow-white hair with a black lock. One eye became crystal blue while the other black. Very unusual but made her look mysterious. She wasn't very liked in her pack because she was not born to them. She had been a lone wolf when Picha the alpha female had taken her in. They had become close and she felt lucky to have the raven black wolf. The other wolves detested this. That was fine with her.
One night however, the others in the pack had decided that she must go. They approached her as if to become friends but drove her out ruthlessly despite pleas from Picha. Craven the alpha male was leading the force driving her out so Picha's pleas went unheard. The female was to again be a lone wolf. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her until she entered unknown territory. She cried the night away worried about the days to come.