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The path I marked is gone. I swallow hard and turn away. Suddenly, a small shape scurries at the edge of my vision. I blink and gasp. It’s Snowflake, my childhood pet fox, white fur shining even in the dim light. My heart leaps with relief. “Snowflake?” I whisper, reaching out. But as I step closer, the beautiful fox’s body rots before my eyes. Its fur falls away like dead leaves, revealing flesh crawling with worms and bones breaking through the skin.

An obnoxious white wolf came out of nowhere. I took a step back as she sauntered toward me, a grimace plastered all over her face as if she was going to pop up the hell outta me. "Accept who you are, Aksha." I nodded in panic. "Welcome, Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie." I catch a glimpse of my hands, turning into white hairy legs. Or was I imagining things? A howling voice echoed in the forest as I opened my eyes.

As the grey-white wolf shifted and Amber came to stand in front of her Reyna shifted in her human form as well, she unleashed a bit of her power by blowing it into the air like blowing out cigar fumes, which swirled around the four wolves in soft white fumes, calming the anger that was bursting forth from their body and stinging her skin. These fumes were not something that could only be seen by her alone, the others could also see them which is why Amber shot the fumes a slow, patronising look before she spoke in a voice just below a whisper "you shouldn't have done that, you knew Glen wouldn't like it"

For the doves she used the light shade pink hue with white and the flowers with light and dark shade of pink. Mira and Jack cleaned the furs that were soaked on Wednesday removing the fat tissue, flesh and veins that were stuck to the fur the same way they had done previously. The harder to get of parts, they gently scraped using the pocketknife without damaging the fur. They washed it once in clean water before topping up the pickle solution and nicely rubbing each fur into the solution making sure it was nicely soaking up in the juice.

“What do you think? I think we got it pretty straight.” “I mean, it’s about a straight as we could get it. He’s pretty dark to begin with but this particular color has some bleach in it to help lighten and get the color really to pop.” I nodded and rubbed under Niru’s chin. “You’re doing so good. Thank you. I’m sure Ethan is being obnoxious.”

Ariel goes white as a sheet, “I didn’t - I had nothing to do with -“ I’m about to dig my claws into her skin when I hear someone approaching. A few someones. I look sharply to my right towards the tree line and my body nearly goes slack in shock when I see large wolves walk out, making their way towards us. It’s not the wolves that take me aback. It is the cooler of their fur. Silver fur. The trademark color of the Clear Mountain Clan.

She later explains. After doing those things, they were all placed inside it, shivering. Blanche on the other hand did not even care how cold it was outside the place. The snowstorm was still there. Holding two sticks, Aerith rubs them, trying to make a fire. “Isn’t it dangerous in here? I mean, what if, just what if wolves came and inundate us?” one of the recruits asked. Blanche stares at her and sighs, “To make the scenario worst, I’ll let you hunt those creatures and bring them here, what can you say? It’s fun.” A tone of sarcasm can be traced in her voice - it's as if she's rolling her eyes heavenward while stating those words.

She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, relaxed. She was so thin. It hurt to see her like this. I didn’t want to make quick work of it, knowing this was how she was rewarded but my throat was having a tough time swallowing. Finally, once I had finished washing her, I took out the bottles of dye remover. It wasn’t bleach but she said it might not work as well on hair that was really light with a really dark color. I was into bottle three when I could actually see streaks of her old color. Auri was patient, arms wrapped around her knees in the warm water as I scrubbed through the color in her hair.

He applied the burnt blonde gently at first, but Sky’s hand suddenly came up and held Azxel’s jaw, thumb stroking it. “Rougher,” Sky murmured, still smiling. “If it doesn’t hurt, it won’t look good, we need it rougher.” Azxel obeyed immediately, sliding his fingers through the strand with firmer pressure, rubbing the bleach in until Sky exhaled quietly, not in pain, just acknowledging the sensation. Then Azxel added the pink streak Sky mentioned earlier, he added a thin, layer at the front edge of the blonde, just enough to stand out but not overwhelm it.

“Guess the universe likes proving people wrong.” I push myself up slowly, muscles still sore. “It doesn’t feel real. One minute I was trying not to die, the next my wolf’s suddenly out there doing magic like she’s been training her whole life.” “She’s beautiful,” Blaire says softly. “Brown fur, green shimmer, that light—like she stepped out of a myth.”