A nervous sleep...

[color=336666]The spongy sticking of bare feet on marble was the only thing Mica could hear, and she was happy to know she was alone.
She turned her head to the large windows that spilled in moonlight, fighting the urge to howl like she always used to with her pack. There wouldn't be an answer, she knew, and it'd be even worse then if she hadn't even tried.
She turned her face away, shivering and hugging herself. She wasn't cold, no, but there was something about the school that made her want to run away and live in the forest. There were too many people, and some of them laughed at her, and even more tried to touch her, grabbing her fear-stiffened hand and shaking it roughly.
She let out a soft whine as she remembered, ears pressing down against her head. She didn't like the clothes, either, an odd t-shirt that only covered the upper part of her torso but still seemed so loose, and the blue denim that clung to her legs at the top, and spread out so much at the bottom she could hardly find her feet.

She pushed open a door at the end, peeking inside and seeing a room full of couches and overstuffed armchairs. She cocked an ear in the air, grinning wildly when she realized no one was inside and dropping her small backpack on the carpeted floor near the door.

She flopped down on one of the larger couches, a frown creasing her soft face. How could people stand it, sitting on such softness? She pushed herself off, grey eyes swerving round the room once more before she took off for a corner near the back of the room. If anyone came in - she shuddered to think of it, but it was a possibility she had to consider -, they would hopefully not notice her, so far out of the way.
She curled up into a ball, fists clenched tightly in fear of discovery and back to the room, short shirt revealing her blue tattoos to anyone who cared to look.

A yawn stretched her face, and before she could stop herself she had fallen asleep for the first time in days. [/color]

[color=336666]She was dreaming, her lips curled into a peaceful smile that looked ridiculously out of place on her somber face. An ear twitched - she could hear the girl even in her sleep, and before long her eyes opened, closed, and opened again, fighting to stay awake.

She turned, throwing her clinched fists in the air in a girlish yawn that curved her hips to one side. The hands came down to her eyes, and she rubbed them, tail swaying rhythmically back and forth. What woke her, anyway?

She noticed the girl for the first time, widening her eyes in surprise and baring her teeth. "Who are you?!" She silently demanded, remembering most humans didn't understand wolf and repeating her question out loud. She knew that the place she'd been sleeping was a sort of lounge for students, but it still surprised her that someone'd actually walked in. She scanned the human's face, grey eyes softening slightly when she saw the serene expression, but unable to keep the hard suspicion out of her voice. "Why were you watching me?"[/color]

[color=336666]A quiet, warning growl rumbled her throat, and she backed herself as far into the corner as she could go. She didn't think the girl would harm her, but she wasn't going to take any chances. "They lie." She mumbled, grey eyes skittering nervously away from the girl, as if not looking at her would make her disappear.

It wasn't hard to read. Her face visibly crumpled, and her ears flattened against her head. "Dead." She spat out the word, and from the way her eyes widened it was obvious she hadn't allowed herself to truly believe it until now. "Pack, name. Dead." She was speaking in broken English, and she took a deep breath and turned her face stony. "They named me Mica."[/color]

[color=336666]"She can also hear you." Mica reminded the girl, starting to realize that she couldn't really hurt her. "The humans said my hair reminded them of it." She tilted her head to the side, wrinkling her nose slightly. "I've seen Mica, and it doesn't look like my hair."

Mica frowned at the girl, starting to get annoyed. "Apologizes, but do humans really believe that asking someone such personal questions is considered polite?" She questioned, hugging her knees to her chest defensively. "And yes, I miss them. If all you knew was taken away from you without warning, would you not feel the same?" Perhaps she was being harsh, and the girl didn't mean to pry. But she didn't like the way she felt around Iced, as if she was a lesser creature being observed... "Would you enjoy me asking such questions about you?" [/color]