The white wolf stared up at the full moon, big and bright it was. She longed for it and let out a low howl to show her affection. On the cliff she sits howling wisps, growling hiss. From the shadows the wolf of black watches, and ever so curious is he. a twig snaps and whites ears prick up, she turns. Black emerges from the shadows, slow and steady.
White stares cautious, but ready. The two wolves exchange glances, knowingly so. "Leave." White growls, brows frowned. "Oh and why must I do that?" Black asks. "I've only just got here." He says. Whites stare darkens, the hairs of her back and tail stand on end.
She growls low, deep, and mean. Ready to attack, she nearly pounces on him when he suddenly circles her. He holds a smug grimace of pleasure in his features. "Dear sweet Ellie, have you forgotten who raised you?" Black asks.
Why do you ask?"
She demands an answer.
"I will tell everyone about your little secret, and who your daddy is. They will turn on you Ellie faster than--"
"Papa!" A cry in the night is heard. A child is lost In the woods, all alone. "Stay." White snaps at black, who has started licking his chops. She runs into the trees, looking for the child. Not to gobble up you see, but to help.
Ellie, the wolf of white, changes form.Though, only after seeing that no other wolves are around.They mustn't know about her abilities. Only one knows and that is the wolf of black, the pack leader. Ellie can only imagine what the others would do if they found out. She is now human, clothed in white robes, searching for this little one."Mama!" another cry is heard. This time it is close."I'm coming! just stay where you are." shouts Ellie.
Pitch must be up to this, she thought, he never learns. The last encounter she had with this entity was years ago. The boogie man, he pulled her out of a blizzard when she was just a pup. Its remarkable what he did, unbelievable in fact. However, he made certain she'd never forget this good deed. She owes him her life, are his unforgettable words. He says it only when he is upset, she knows he doesn't mean it . . . not all the time anyway.
Up ahead Ellie can see a clearing, and the little child she was looking for. It was a little boy, he couldn't have been more than six. All he had on were pajamas. He looked terrified of something, and Ellie knows what. She lets out a low growl upon seeing a shadow run across her path.
"Oh look. It's my little wolf girl, come running back home to papa." She hears a voice behind her. Ellie spun around hesitantly, but swiftly. No one was there though. She felt hands on her shoulders. She sighed, realizing what she had just gotten herself into. "This was a trick. Wasn't it." She could swear she heard him chuckle a bit. "Yes. It was. And I'm surprised you fell for it so easily. It's not like you to go looking for lost things." He cooed tauntingly to her. Ellie hung her head, and stared at the ground beneath her feet. "How would you know? You haven't been around enough, not really. You don't even know who I am." She said, feeling utterly defeated. Though she had not been, she was simply made a fool of.
"I help kids. When they are lost, afraid, or just alone. It's expected of me to do my job." She said turning to face him, like only a guardian would. However, she was not a guardian, but she held the same beliefs the guardians did. She looked him right in the eyes, not faulting or turning away. Ellie wasn't scared of him, not like some. In her mind he wasn't the boogie man, he was the man who raised her and gave her a home. He smirked. "They don't know what you do for them, they don't even know you're there. They don't believe in you (not like I do)." He stated mockingly. He folded his arms across his chest and felt as if he made a blow. She seemed unfazed by this. "I could say the same thing to you, Pitch." Ellie said, with the knowledge of what Pitch's job used to be. Now all he cares about is the strength he gets from the children's fear. He used to help kids face their fears, now he just wants simply to be their fear. If that makes any sense to you.
The smirk on Pitch's face was wiped off instantly, and replaced with a look of disgust. "They don't believe in you, why help them." He growled harshly, making Ellie cringe in distaste. "So I don't end up becoming someone I'm not. I do what I do because it's who I am." She says thinking it over. Ellie backed away from her long time enemy, and smiled. Pitch's face remained to same, as it always had. He unfolded his arms and held out a hand. "Come with me Ellie. Stop eluding me, it's time to come home." He commanded she come with him, back to her old home which she knew so well. The smile still remained, and she backed away more. "You know there's a reason the term 'lone wolf' is used. It's always evaded me until this point." She said. She morphed back into the white wolf, and looked at him like she was an old wise woman. He could swear the smile was still there as he watched her.
She looked up to the sky, eyes now set on the moon above. "Until next time . . . Boogieman." Ellie cooed. Then she left him alone, again. Pitch seemed disappointed, he knew how stubborn she was. Next time? So there will be a next time then, he thought. A smirk crept back onto his face. "Until then, Wolf." He said, sinking back into the shadows. Then there was silence as the two parted ways.