Enif needed to wander. He constantly was acting as a support for everyone in their family, especially since their father had passed before their birth. However, now he and his siblings were teenagers, meaning Irina gave them a little more freedom. Enif took this to his advantage and began to wander, following the pink strand that only appeared from his chest a few days ago. Mother talked about it being a soul tie, so naturally, he wanted to follow it. Enif did his best to avoid the packlands of Amaya, which Rambaldi had tried to claim but to no avail, and Dawnshire, passing through the Hunting Grounds before reaching the Elder Tree, which is where his strand led him.

It did not take long for his eyes to land on a female wolf with monarch butterfly wings, who was, ironically, observing a butterfly as it drank some nectar from a flower. The starry storm boy had never seen such a bloodline in a wolf and was intrigued by the delicateness of them. He walked up, speaking to break any silence, maybe accidentally spooking the female in the process. ”So, did the fascination with butterflies occur before or after you gained the wings?” He teased, showing a goofy smile if the female would look up to meet his eyes, one being like the starry night sky itself and the other being a bright blue. His tail wagged slightly, and he spoke once again. ”My name is Enif. What’s your name?”

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