Aylia doesn't mind the fact that Fang holds her hand. Like most werewolves, their hands are calloused, which makes them nice and smooth. Instead of simply walking through the creek like Fang Aylia uses some stones sticking out of the water to cross. The field of lilacs looks like a very peaceful place. It is until the young wolves and Fang to running through it. But Aylia is glad to see Fang having fun and enjoying himself.<br/><br/>It feels like she can't get enough air while she laughs at the antics going on before her. Fang startles her when he puts his head into the crook of her arm like a dog wanting attention. It feels a little bit weird to be petting her intended mate, but then again it shows her that Fang trusts her. His raven black fur is soft and silky.<br/><br/>Aylia turns around the see the group of girls herself. A spark anger flares and grows bigger when Fang whines and then runs into the woods. "He is not a demon. If you gave him half a chance just be himself you'd see that you dithering airheads," Aylia snarls. A glare meets the girls as they come closer to her. "Really? I consider myself lucky. Apparently all the boys around here want to do is fight. Maybe if they fought less you could actually get boyfriends." Aylia growls, shifting a little bit when they call Fang a demon again. "Now scurry on back to the village and say nothing more against Fang or myself or Whitewolf will hear of this little incident."<br/><br/>After the girls had gone, Aylia enters the edge of the woods. "Fang?", she calls out softly. Finding a black wolf in heavy shadows is going to be interesting. Especially because she isn't familiar with the area yet. She figures as long she walks in a straight line she will be alright.