Ahra crouched on the large rock, looking over the large field. Just days before, the large expanse had been covered by beautiful, white snow. In just that short time, it had already turned into a green, blossoming meadow. the sound of the winter runnoff and baby animals melted into the perfect melody.
Spring had finally come to the northern tip of Izabane; life had finally started again.

Just as the calm had begun to ensnare Ahra, three little wolf pups ran across the rock, they too had noticed the change in weather. Ahra watched, amused at the innocent pups, knowing that in a few more weeks, they would probably start turning human.
Yes, turning human. for these were not ordinary wolves, they were werewolves. And so was Ahra (though she prefered to be in human form for most the day). Ahra was not the mother of these pups; sadly, the mother had died during the winter, and Ahra had taken them in. this was the way of the nomads.
The nomads of Izaban, as they called themselves. Every member was a rescued creature, Ahra included.
Ahra lightly rubbed over the purple, zig-zag shaped scar over her left eye, and then let her bangs fall over her face again. She didn't like showing off her battle wound; it wasn't exactly a thing to brag about.

With a tired sigh, Ahra allowed herself to be filled with the horrid memory.
It had just been two years ago; in the spring; just a few miles away. Ahra was an adolescence then. Not young enough to be a pup, but still young enough to be considered naive. Her mother had died that winter; she was alone, but that was okay, it was time anyway.
Looking back, it was easy to find the foolishness in the initial fight. Ahra had just taken down a young deer. A bear was walking by at around the same time. Being spring, it was hungry, and it wanted Ahra's kill.

"*sigh* I should have just let him be."

But no, she didn't; it was her kill, and she was going to defend it! she was going to take on a bear twice her size!
And of course she lost. But at least she was smart enough to leave before things got really bad. In the end, she made out with only a bad slash on her face, going from the left eyebrow, to the lower left cheekbone.
Soon after, the nomads had found her, healed her, and took her in.

The purple scar was a permanent side affect of what they used to heal her. Purple unicorn hair. And it actuallly worked quite well. It healed quickly, and though her eye could not be salvaged, she was pretty lucky to only have a small purple scar.

And now it was these three pups' turn to experience the world. They were only about four months old, born around January.
Names had been given to all three. The first born, a small male, was named Jerim. He was a cute little fluff ball, consisting of dark gray fur on the back, and a cream, white belly. The second born, was a beautiful female, named Kara. She had a blood red back, and a grayish colored belly, with little white socks on all four feet. The last born, a shy male, was named Brenin. He had pure white fur with cute little red and black flecks everywhere. The two front paws had black socks, and the two back paws had red socks. All three pups had crystal blue eyes.
Ahra couldn't wait to see how they would look as humans.

"Remenesing in the past?"
A tall, slightly tanned boy walked up and sat next to Ahra, a proud smile on his face.

"Kinda. What are you up to, Dask?"

"Just enjoying the warm weather."

Dask had been Ahra's best friend since she joined. He had already been a member of the nomads for a year. He was twenty-two years old, one year older than Ahra. Dask was tall for his species. Dragons were usually shorter; but, his mother was a snake dragon, so he was a bit more..long than most dragons. He sure was beautiful when he took to the air though. A light blue, and very long, dragon. His muzzle was a dark, crystal blue color, and he had the most interesting eyes: large purple, golden flecked, orbs. This was common in most dragons, but for some reason, his seemed to be even more unique than the others. Maybe it was just the fact that Dask was Ahra's favorite dragon.

"You're looking at my eyes again. Haha!"

"Oh, sorry, they're just so pretty.."

"It's okay. Hey, were taking off in a little while. Hauzin wants to be in the Biroak region by sundown. Let the pups play for a few more minutes, then come to camp."
Dask turned into his beautiful dragon self and flew off.

"Fine.. Hey, kids, five more minutes! We have to take off soon!"

Three disapointed whines came from the bush three feet away.

"I know. I know. But we're going to Biroak, it's a good place, there's a nice meadow there too!"

Rustles came from the bush, then three exited pups wriggled out from the thorny depths of it. The curiousity of pups was so amuzing.

"Well, if you guys are already ready, then come on."
Ahra led the pups back to camp: a small patch of soft grass, accompanied by a small fire, and around eleven people (who were various creatures ranging from werewolves to Delentions, people who could morph into birds).

"The pups are ready"

The leader of the group, an old werewolf named Hauzin, stood up.

"Then let's go."

Everybody got up, and turned into their particular animal. It was easier and quicker to travel that way.
Ahra was in the back of the pack, with the pups, of whom she looked nothing alike. Ahra was a chocolate brown on her back, which then receded to a yellow tan on her legs, and finally a white sock on her four paws. Her face was a tan color with a dark brown muzzle and black around her yes. And then of course the small purple scar on her left eye. The only thing out of place, was a red expance of fir around her neck. This was due to Ahra's morphing necklace.

Morphing necklaces were common among morphing species. They come in other options too, like bracelets, scarfs, belts, rings, etc; in general, they're just called morphing cloths. Morphing cloths are made out of unicorn hides and allow the wearer to morph back to a human without losing their clothes. Dask's was a sky blue bracelet, the same as his normal skin color, so his skin wasn't altered by it. the pups would get a morphing cloth once they could turn human.
Hauzin's cloth was one of the most wierd objects. Hauzin wore a silver earing in his right ear, so when he morphed, though he was a pure orange-tan color, his whole right ear would turn silver. Making quite an odd sight. This had also given him a nick name: silver ear; not very unique, but it meant a lot. "silver ear" was notorious for his fighting and leading skills. He was the best alpha male you would ever meet, at least in the nomads' eyes.

With everybody now in their chosen spot, the pack moved on in a south-east direction. Starting their day long journey to the Biroak region. The main living quarters of the nomads.