My boots crunched on the soft snow as I veered forward.Into the tribes square ,it was more like a wobbly snow packed.Laughter and smoke wrafted and twistled into the sky as the old ladys,wrpped in layers of hide jackets and throuseers.With quick ,bronze wrinkled hands they mended and and sewed clothes and boots.Their eyes almond shaped like mine.One ,a short and stout darted her gaze towards me her furred,collared neck.A small,warm smile on her lips and I waved at her ,a false force mile ford on my lips,not high and to my eyes.It was false,I was making an image.

But when she darted her head and began talking to younger,lithe and youthful girls with jet black hair braided in loops as their eyes landed on me,one bronze coloured eyes and anotherw ith black eyes.My eyes landed on their eyes ,swirled like honey and my lips parted.

Her eyes.

I blinked and snapped my gaze ,confused and darted my eyes towards the carpet of snow.My boots crunched and crushed on the snow wen I heard her laughter,light and airry.But with a huff,two dots of heat formed on my cheers as I wrapped myself tighter with my hide,heavy jacket as my hair dripped down my back.

With a sigh,i walked forward,ingnoring the cries,the stares and the laughter.The skeletal threes,bare and skeletal whistled and shook in the cold,icy wind.It stung my fingers which was queer,with a gasp .I rose my bare hands with my eyes wdened as I stared at my light bronze fingers,interwined with thin lines of ice and it pricks a s it whirls and spins around my body like ice on a river.I stared at aghast.

Thats strange?

Im still observing my hands as I hear shuffling and crunch of twigs,The twigs snap and the wind picks up,the tress slappinga and colliding.I lower and spread my fingers.I arch a brow.

The hair raised on my neck,erect.

I then let my eyes ran over my veins,green under my skin."I know youre behind me,Aminya."I mutter with a heavy,annoyed sigh.

I hear her mutter a curse,Scottish or Welsh?I was not a man with a shed of linguistically interested.

Gallus?

I slowly whirl to her and realise a heavy sigh which weighs down my shoulders and watch her witha nnoynace."What?"

She fliches from the harshness and posion in my tone and slowly rses from her shrunken positon and gets up.

"Okay,Mr dobber."Her accent ,thick with her Irish tongue.

My eyes flash,an angry green.My patience for anything humorous had evaporated by now.I wasnt in the mood to entertain anyone.

"Do you really have the need to insult me right now?"I question ,brows rose as I narrowed my gaze at her."I blew a loose strand of my black hair." Godesss,I do not understand your language."

She clench her fist and bared her teeth at me."What the hell,Nevacksis.Why you acting so fuckin rude?Did ye wake up with with a stick jabbed deep in ye arsehole,huh.Tell me you nut."

Aminya playful demeaour had been melted off like a glacier in the heat,scrochinga and saffcocating heat.Her fist were clenched at her sides and her deep red brown eyes ,flashed a brilliant yellow like the amber in the sun.Or what shes preached to me about the mornnibg sun,the sun that feeds life from her life in Ireland.

A realm far beyounf the ocean,large and vast and deep.

I first her when I was a pup,when human years had singular digits than full numbers.I was a young pup,ten and one.I was a short,wiry thing when a new wolf had come from overseas,beyoud my enclosed icy realm.She was a world of fog,jagged rocks and infectious green land with wild,collosal wrecks of castles nad tons of sheep.And no sun.

It sounded wondrous and interesting a young man who hadnt even traveled to the south of my home country and a friend and a girl from beyond wa stantilasaing.

Our Tribes elder,a young woman with sliver and grey hair intertwined tumbled down her shoulders and dressed in silver and metal grey anorak and throusrs had aleted us months pior.

When I finally met the foreign wolf,an exchange program to educate and teach young wolves on cultures and plus ,she was an orphan—like me.Maybe ,just maybe it was why we clicked.

She was a wild,litle flame who blew wherever the wind went and swayed her but she was a wild ,crazy one fueled with anger when she was.When I had first met her,her shoulders and face was dotted with dots—freckles which covered her but was densely packed on her shoulders but after being here for years ,it had become muted and is gone now.

She was as wild as her hair,wild and copperly red which was cockscrwed ,curly and went down her hair.Her face was soft porcelain coloured with lips,thin and pulled in a sneer from time to time with thick,red bronze curled over deep brown eyes which glinted reddish in the light ,but just with a flicker of her moods which switched from anger to annoyance to tense.She was broad shouldered and had muted freckles and her teeth were canine like mine.

Strangely,Aminya was just a different breed of werewolf for once she created her own heat unlike us ,we had thick skin that was strong and fortified  with fat ,work and muscular.And our wolf spirts blessed frok the Wolf God,Amarok and Sednas blessing on all creatures under her reign.

She was one of us,but same and different.Her clan were Weilders of the Elements.Wolves who could drawn energy from within and use it to perform magic in many forms.

Hers was in the form of emotion and intent.

Ours was from nature and only few had it.

She was the girl on fire.

And I am being literal.She can wield fire but hers was based on her moods,her negative inclined and adjacent moods and was untamed.Her body was hotter than ours,even the average human.Her eyes ahd living flames in it when she was furious and her mgic was wild bronze ripples and flashes.

It was known as the Gift.

Her hair shimmers and flickers with bronze and red light,shummering liike a plate of armour.Little singes and tiny flames dance on her hair.

The Elders and older clan members chidded hera ll the time for her crash alngunge warning that it would infect younger wolves and for her show of magic to her indecent attire was an insult to them.Sure she wore her parka but in her mischecious free time she crafted a craft,thin dyed top that exposed her slender waist and broad shoulders because according to her "the cold was a friend and she wasnt feeling it".The elders called her callous and stupid and insect for playing God gaisntst winter even us ,werewolves born and raised here knew that the cold was not a friend,but an ally and an enemy.

At tis point we were both about the same age,ten and five.Not too old to be an adult and not too young to be a child

I guess her rebellious was part of her and so afr we got used to her.Now she looked at me with narrowed eyes , clawed hands on hips(her fingers were always clawed ) and a cocked head with her face twisted in annoyance and anger.

She sucked in a breath and ran her hands though her hair and sighed ,heavily and stared at me.A flicker of flames danced in her eyes.Her pupils.Warm and slow.

"Whats your deal ,Neveckis?"Her answer wasnt harsh or rude.It was warma nd filled with concern,raw and palpable.For that a gasp left my lips and my arms loosensed mildly around my waist.Red hot shame spread all over me.

For months,I had withdrawn myself from tell tellings to prologued patrol.Staying quiet and being respectful and avoiding gazes.

Even Bartemaus who thought I was finally manturing ,knew it was off and premature.I let the world blur around me and muffled everyone voices and hid in the shadows.

I wasnt me.

No longer.

"What do you mean?"I asked ,pretended to be surprised.

Dont bring attention to yourself,fake your self.

It was advice goven to me by the Healer.But I didnt work.

"Nev,dont act coy."Her voice rose,fist clenched and tone livid.

I averted my head."Im not oaky."

She rolled her eyes nd huffed ,reclining.Today she was dressed in a heavy,thick decorated parka and crossed her arns."No shite."But her eyes softened as he released thea nd walked towards me,it crunchedin the snow.Her outfit was dark ed ,bronze and brass coloured.No crop,just covered.

How peculiar.

Her eyes were warma nd inviting ,not hard and cold.Her shoulder were relaxed and her eyes twinkleda and hers smile was the sun.

I realised a sigh,my temple tight.

I should tell her,right?

I bit my lip and avoid he gaze,fists shoved onto my thick parka.The tightness of my chest clogged my throat and spread wild like frost,like wind.

Then with another sigh.I said,voice alight and tense as emotions poured forth."I-Ive been having dreams."I shouted ,voice raised.her eyes narrowed as she reeled back ,surprised.

"Dreams?"She echoed agashtst."Just dreams!"This is what has been bothering you."Her tone was livid ,her weyes swirled and whirled with magic with her hands streachec forth.

I nodded quikly ,a shudder ran through my spine.

Then she pointed an accusing finger,ripple of bronze and brass radiated through me in wild swirls and lines."What type of dream made you like this?"Her voice was thick with confusion and anger.Her face was contorted with widened eyes.

Then I shudder ,eyes closed.

Now it was now and never.

Should I tell her?

I thought about it ,then shook my head.

A lump formed in my throat.I was rippling with choked,bottled up emotion.

No one ,I meant no on eknew how I felt.

Six painful mounts of pain and anguish.

Over and over.

My lips parted then it didnt.Another breathe.

"Polar bears."I stated ,my tone calm without a thin of emotion shown.My face blank as the snow.

She blinked.Once.Ten twice.Then bit her lip,pale pink in the wind.Two pale pink dots bloomed on her whitish skin and spread to her neck and ears now red.

"P-Polar bears."She stammered,I intertwined mz fingers as she nodded-I shuffled my boots as she gawked at me ,lost and flabbergasted.

"Just polar bears."She repeated for clarcation.

"Well yes."I stated again.A lie.

"Six?"A question,stunned/

"Yes."A reply,simple.

Sherubbed her finges and looke awy red.

"Well,Nev.You are growing up.Youa re what ,fifteen in mortal years.You would be a man soon.I-I ...I have no words.I see why it scares you but no fear.Youa re developing,eh,mating urges.Dont be scare of it."A gulp.A whil.And tensed shoulders then a stride.

"Bye."

I almost burst out in laughter.It stung to lie.So easily rolled off my tongue.But I couldnt risk it.I knew what she would say.Just because she was a stranger in our land does not emna shes dumb.She knows mu culture,lived in ait nda breathed in it.

Shes a werewolf through and through.First and foremost.Hencea and  forth.

A tara,

Polar bear dreams stand for sexuality,the need to mate and start a family or just for leisure and amusant of the flesh.Young male wolves are siad to be almost of gae when rhey have these dreams means they crave it.

I lied ro stop her concern and keep her at bay.

Cause the mere thought,broyght disgust and apin.Now she coldnt lookat me without turnin red aor looking away.

Poor Aminya,the bold one.now ruined by her friend.

Ouch,I shant apologise.Later.