Circinae
I won’t be eaten alive after all. Quite the opposite, really, and I can’t deny that in my heart I’m cracking from the pressure of what’s to come. It only makes it that much easier when Camelia introduces herself - someone else to share the burden of awkward first encounters. “I’m my father’s daughter.” I joke, trying on a laugh to match her warm smile. If only she knew just how true that statement was. The wolf within me has been quiet for some time, but it doesn’t mean I’ve never felt it. Does Camelia know the battle that rages inside of me? Can she see it in the harmless blue of my eyes, in the friendly color of my coat?
Of course not. No one ever did.
But I’m trying, always trying, to be something I’m not. “I’m Circinae, Circy for short, and I guess you know what I’m doing here.” I offer, trying my best not to waste her time. She’d seen something in me, or else she wouldn’t have bothered coming over to make small talk. Or - maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. No doubt she gains something by bringing me home. But I don’t begrudge her task, there always has to be a means to an end. I’m just not sure I like being a number. “Would you tell me a bit about your home, before we leave?” I ask, bright ears flicking towards her. I’m a bit of a realist, so the latter end of the question should come as no surprise to her. She was the only one who’d even bothered to talk to me. Winner by default.
The Wolf of Water