Aerial's Mate, Part I
a female mobian wolf adorned in tribal clothing walked into a room with an exhausted sigh.
she tiredly made her way to a nearby table, removed her feathery headdress and placed it on a wolf shaped bust.
she then looked over at the bed..which was empty.
"hmm. Lobo must still be out hunting with Marcos." said Lupe to herself.
Lupe exhaled sharply as she made her way to the bed, and flopped down onto the soft cushion.
"by the great spirits, I'm exhausted!" moaned the Lupe. "I don't remember my duties as Grand Chief being this hard!"
the wolf the sat up, and gently scratched the back of her head. "Age must finally be taking effect. It won't be long until I will have to find a successor."
Lupe took a moment to ponder this prospect. "Marcos? no..He's far too impulsive. Perhaps Maria, then?, or..maybe-" as her mind wandered, an old memory then sparked.
Lupe looked over at a framed picture beside the bed. she reached over, and took it in her hand.
she gazed at the image of her family