The sky hung still, a breath caught in the lungs of the forest. The canopy above, surroundings rustled like whispering something. And the air itself vibrated steadily. Like waiting for something someone to make the first move or changes in environment itself is the first move. Gin stood there in the center of the encampment, his wolf form statuesque, silver-blue fur reflecting pale strands of sunlight that filtered through a now dimming sky.
Then, as if responding to a single signal, five opened pairs of eyes looked at the direction of him at the exact same instant.
Lucy. Saira. Xingning. Jean. Alice.
As if they are in sync with each other and communicating through unknown means.
