Her fingers clenched, she slammed her fist into a tree, listening to the night life slowly begin their song. Her arms were scratched up from the branches and brambles she encountered, running through the woods with no care for any other like she did near every dusk. Slamming her fist into the tree again, she shivered, the cold air mixed with her crimson anger.
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Streak was concerned for Aaron, her behavior was different than it had been when they first arrived. He didn't know her that well, but he felt sure she wouldn't act this way. He turned to her brother, forming a question carefully to keep from offending him.
"Hey, why does she act like that, so strange then normal?"
Aaron's brother shrugged. "I'm not sure. She's been that way since I've seen her..."