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The rain rolled right in with the fog, both water formations working to reflect the light of the boxing arena weirdly as Arctic Wolf, simply Wolf, stepped out onto the wet pavement. Her big furry ears flattened against her head as her umbrella popped open with a swoosh, neon reds and blacks a sharp zap against the gray wet of the alleyways she weaved through.
Finally, she got to Box Office Alleyway, as locals playfully called the narrow space usually filled with soggy cardboard boxes that may or may not house a shivering animal or beggar, depending on your luck. The inphernal picked her careful way through the soppy cardboard mess, eyes swiveling left to right and surveying the mess of sleeping homeless demons, shivering puppies and kitties, before her gaze landed on one particular box.
“frE wolf pupey :}”
was written on the side in shaky, uneven lines, what seemed like blood used to add little paw-prints on the box, clearly the handiwork of a very tiny newspawn. The boxer kneeled down, opening the box and ignoring how it crumbled apart in her hands in favor of scooping out a tiny figure wrapped completely in a rain-soaked blanket, light blue and patterned with smiling dogs. She cradled it absentmindedly and peeled back the material, gasping softly at the surprising serenity of the little wolf newspawn, despite the tear tracks racing down from its eyes and its bloodied ears and presumably rest of it, if the red splotched angrily on the blanket told her anything.
She lifted it out, studying its stubby orange and blue horns that cracks spiralwebbed across, its ripped up gray, fuzzy ears, even noticing a tiny gray tail that had swirls of blue. Her own tail gently thumped against the ground as her gear, a proud, larger than usual white-furred and red eyed great wolf, popped into existence. It snuffed at the tiny bundle she carried.
“Take us home.” She commanded, hopping onto its back and settling down, feeling the tiny life in her arms shift sleepily and yawn big, tiny fangs poking through as they settled back to sleep. She looked to the night dotted with all its little stars, past the pathetic floating excuse of Splintered Skies, and let herself smile.
She finally had a student.