Olaya

(Chapter guidance: Blood's Battle - CH4)
The dark shadows draped the clearing, frosty branches drooping against the chilly wind. Winter would be arriving early. Already, icicles hung from the roof of the cave, glittering with a blue light. Most of the hunters as well as the adolescents had stayed at the outskirts of the Regal Redwoods as the pack would partake in a large hunting trip for a moose. The adolescents had come along to begin their seasonal training for the harsh winter months.

Though as she sat at the entrance of the small cave the apprentice's den, calming herself with the sounds of the environment, a shape brushed past her, exiting the cave. As moonlight bathed the wolf, Olaya recognized Auberon. His gold-pink pelt was transformed to a silver under the brimming light of the moon, which was bright enough to force her to squint, as if a silver sun was out.

"Auberon, where are you going? We are under strict orders not to leave the camp by Amethyst. I'd rather you not break this rule, because I will also get in trouble."

Auberon halted in his tracks, though kept his head facing forward, avoiding her gaze. "Then don't tell them," he growled. "They won't punish me much anyway."

"They'll punish me! I'm under watch duty. You know how the hunters are, especially Amethyst," Olaya snapped, a low growl rising in her throat as frustration burned through her body.

Auberon ignored her and continued on, his bright fur growing dimmer as he slipped through the fog of shadows. Olaya looked around the makeshift camp desperately, scanning for signs of hunters. She was partially relieved to see that there was no one around, but suddenly confused. Wasn't someone supposed to be on watch duty for the hunter's den?