Wondering why....

[lizz]

Fell.

I had no idea where I was going. Through most of my jorney, I followed my sister's scent. But I had lost it a while back. Now randomly wandering. I knew that I had crossed into another wolves territory. I could smell her. I held my tail stiff, letting my abberant eyes probe through the forest around me.

[the ventriloquist.]

PG-13 to R Rating--Language; Violence;

Telegraph, telephone, tell a friend I'm l e a v i n g

It was like a shock of one thousand watts. His smell was so . . . enthralling to her nose. Though, there was no way she'd be the little girl she was with this boy. She wouldn't be the wooden puppet any longer--she'd be the ventriloquist; true to her name. Venti padded over to the boundaries of her territory where the beast stood. "Well, well, well . . .," she crooned. A smirk coiled around the girl's muzzle. "Hello, there. I'm Ventriloquist, Miss Venti to you little piece of scrap."

[lizz]

I smelled her before I saw her. A gray wolf came into my site. She was, well, beautiful. I stood up a little straighter as she glided over to me. Well, Miss Venti, I am Fell. I walked forward a little. And might I say that you are a rather dashing wolf. I grinned a wolfy smile, letting my eyes run over her.

[the ventriloquist.]

V E N T R I L O Q U I S T

Telegraph, telephone, tell a friend I'm l e a v i n g

D'awww, he was a cutie! The black bitch shook her shaggy pelt, a smirk playing at her face like a cat played with a mouse. "Well, honey, you aren't so fucking disgusting yourself." Her bushy tail flicked out, and Venti grinned wolfishly. "You . . . silly little runt. What can I do ya for, hon?"

[lizz]

Wow, she is full of herself. Was my first thought. But I decided just to play with what I had. I sat on my hunches and looked her in the eye. I'm new here. Just wandering around. Maybe you've seen my sister? She's pure white. Name's Larka. I couldn't help but add that last bit. I glanced around, inhaling the sweet scent of the wolf in front of me.