Nienna's P.O.V
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The next morning August was helping me pack. Sort of, anyway. He wasn't really doing much helping. He was quite interested in my bedroom. My room was navy, with silver moldings, curtains and bed sheets to match. He traced his fingers across my white dresser until they met the wall where I had painted a little mural. A wolf howling at a full moon. I continued to pile my clothes into my suitcase as he examined the painting.
"Did you paint this?" He asked.
"I got really home sick one night a couple years after we were banished," I shrugged as I closed the closet door behind me. He traced his fingers over the silver wolf on the wall.
"Why a silver wolf? Your dad's wolf is black," He wondered. Mother had asked me the same question when she saw it. I didn't hav
