[color=lightsteelblue][h3][center] - Niall Collins -[/center][/h3][/color]

Niall had nearly finished his morning glass of sweet tea when he became aware of one of the other students near by. He paid the kid no mind as he looked at the book in his hands now. It was the latest issue of Mother Earth News and consisted of human ideas on how to live more naturally and self sufficiently. Though his pack had that idea down pat because of their nature Niall still enjoyed looking through the magazine to get ideas for gadgets he might like to buy simply out of curiosity. There was little that was not in his budget but he tended to be more frugal with his money than his siblings tended to be. His younger brothers, especially André was quite the spender.

His nose gave him a pretty good indicator that the student who seemed to be standing awkwardly near by was a Witch, he paid hi, little mind as he flipped casually through the pages of the magazine. It wasn't until another scent caught his attention, it was a soft scent. Much like a brief whiff of the irises that his mother had planted around their home, a mixture of those wonderful flowers and something much softer and earthier. Perhaps something along the lines of the smell one got when they rose before the sun and dew still covered the ground and fog filled the air. His nose led the rest of his face and body as he searched for the source of the beautiful scent that filled his nose. 

His caramel eyes came to rest on a well dressed Elf when he located the source of the smell. That was something that he really should have been able to guess but he had been too intrigued to even take a guess and spoil the fun for himself. She was quite pretty and dressed much as he had seen highly ranked elves dressed in the past when he had met with them along side his father. They generally kept in good touch with the Light Elves that lived in the forests within their territory. It was a respectful but distant relationship. They generally had little to do with one another, the wolves went about their business while the elves went about theirs. 

Those caramel eyes flared and swirled with the brilliant yellow that was his wolf as it burst to the surface curious about this newcomer. They trailed across her face, admiring particularly her shimmering eyes that rested above a set of delightfully sharp cheekbones. They were just soft enough to not resemble what genetic vampires tended to look like. Her entire appearance screamed elf, there was just no chance that she was anything other than an elf. Her skin was as white as porcelain and as smooth as glass, her long hair was nearly as white. It held just a soft hue of yellow to it, a color similar to the inside of a lemon peel. She was quite obviously to anyone with any sense not a human, there was never any mistaking her for a human. She reminded him briefly of his mother who's long hair reached her waist, she was petite and quite the opposite of his father. 

He wondered for a fleeting moment what his father would think of his bringing home and elf. The thought of his father's face made him smile, as did the actions of the elf who was particularly bewitched by the little pig that accompanied the awkward young lad who had stood there for several minutes before she came along. He gave a low rumbling chuckle at the scene before him. It wasn't long before he realized that he had been watching so intently that he had sat down his magazine.