A slender white paw stomped down on the flowers of Dryflame estate. The curved claws shined a brilliant silver with the accompany of little rounded eyes. A thick mane covered her neck. Her dignity was no lower than a lion.

A Whiteling Wolf.

She propelled her body up to the greeny hill. She was one of the rare type of her kind, only numbered in dozens. All of her relatives were far away in the north or south, living in frozen lands of Kulukan and burning grounds of Fire Hell. Really distant from her. At least that was the answer she got from her friend.

In a few minutes she encountered a set of stairs that led to the huge building atop the hill. Some humans would pass through here to deliver delicious and not delicious things every season. So a seperate way to carry big, round legged monsters was made. They looked like made of tree's, outright resembling a calm sycamore without branches. Humans called them...carts?

It didn't take long to reach to her destination. She was greeted by the same scenery as always. A two storey building made of exquisite wood and hardened steel. It was created with an excellent craftsmanship. It also reflected the lights with it's supporting legs. The lights somehow hit the south of home, to the gravestones of the deceased before the sun fell.

She acted towards a side hall built next to the building. It had some simple characters on a wooden signboard, hung over like a simple road stele. It seemed quite simple and common from outside. She ran for a few seconds before reaching next to the doors twice her size. She stood in front of the doors and peeked through the small key holes. Alas, a strong grip at her mane interrupted her. She tried to move her legs to retreat but no avail, offender was stronger.

''Just sit down. I'll get him over.'' A voice told her. She dropped to the ground with a thud, albeit safe, and looked towards the human. Her long black hair and elegant stature was...magnificent.

She thought something wolfish as the woman entered the side hall with heavy steps. Then she heard a loud voice that shook her pair of white ears.

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''Grim, wake up!''

His body shook at the sudden notice. Did I fall asleep...again? Grim’s head shook as a slap struck to his nape.

''OOF''

He could see, he could feel his little neck turning redder than hot pepper. Grim’s dazed mind awoke in a millisecond from the pain as he turned around with teary eyes, looking at his aunt. ''Aunty, was that really necessary?''

Her glare seemed like an answer itself so Grim accepted it without consent. ''Conall is outside again.'' She added to the silent glare. ''Hurry back.''

''She is outside?'' Grim exclaimed,''What is the time then? I'm sure I was sleeping for like a little bit.''

''It's already noon idiot.'' She replied, ''Also why are you still lying down? Get over and straighten up your clothes.'' Media said sweetly? With some random mutterings that only he could hear Grim got up. His clothes were pretty ordinary, a shirt and a pants with a small cloth hanging over his shoulder. It was intended to be a scarf to protect his mouth but...it turned out to be a pillow. A quite comfortable one.

It took a considerable amount of effort and ramblings to get his looks proper. It was hard for a six year old like himself to do these things. His fingers were a tad bit chubby but small. The buttons would always slide between them. Sighing, an act unlikely of someone at his age, he walked towards the exit.

''Say my beloved niece, why are you sleeping here?'' Media deman-asked. Grim didn't turn back to look at his aunt, out of pure terror and worry while continuing to walk. Be calm, be calm. It's not like she can see through me...probably. Be like father! Yes!

Grim looked back from the corner of his eyes with slow movements. His facial muscles were contracted so hard that he seemed like a small, crushed tomato. ''Air in here is cooler than outside.'' He claimed with a deep voice. And I can't hear the bellows of someone particular in-oh no.

''Alright aunty I'm off!’’ He said as his legs moved faster, ’’I'm gonna take away Conall to play outside the hill so don't search for me!'' Grim ran away with his heart beating like a burning ox. He shouldn't have said that. He shouldn't have thought of that last part. IS SHE A WITCH!? He freaked out with sweat dripping down his forehead.

Then he saw a shadow jumping over. I’m done. I’m gonna get scolded again! Noooooo! His silent calls for help were never heard as darkness enveloped his being...no. It was just Conall that leaped onto him. He swiftly slided under her body and kept going...?

''Alright Conall let's go! Let’s go and play!'' Grim beckoned her to move while running away. Conall howled in confusion but still ran behind him. As the pair disappeared down the stairs of the estate, Media left the small side hall. She took a deep breath as her rosy cheeks turned back to normal. Then she looked at the huge statue of Clark Dryflame inside the hall. Their eyes met as a strange feeling spread through her body.

''Ancestor...'' Media sighed, ''I don't know.'' She conceded and stopped gazing. She closed the doors and the hall returned back to peace once more. Statue seemed desolate inside the darkness.