For as long as Alys could remember, its packmates looked upon it with distrust in their eyes. They would whisper and gossip behind its back, telling increasingly exaggerated stories about its Faelcu blood and what that meant for the pack.
Those weren't the only whispers Alys heard, though... distorted ones in the middle of the night, almost calling it out of its den and to investigate. But when repeated investigations turned up nothing aside from what it assumed to be hallucinations of glowing eyes... Try as it might to shake the "hallucinations" off, Alys would find itself thinking about them far too much. And when its mother offered to train it in herbalism... well, maybe it could find a way to figure out what the whispers
really were...
Things only changed as Alys got older, and with its mother's passing came new responsibilities of caring for the pack as their sole herbalist. The whispers remained, only growing more and more noticeable with each passing day. Out of the corner of its eye, Alys could swear it saw hints of dark green fur or glowing, solid colored eyes...
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