Oh a busy busy bee she had been. Constantly up and about. Her legs were getting quite tired and her pads were nearly frozen. She had made shelter in the vessel that the pale skins left behind. She assumed it was from the pale skins. She saw what they painted on the walls of the caves. If they were able to do all that then they must have created the shiny thing! She hadn't a clue really, and not a care. She trekked up the slope with a curious tinge in her yellow orbs. She had not a single clue of what was ahead. Curiosity killed the Cat. Good thing she was a Dog! The demoness trotted through the thick snow. Her paws engulfed by snow with each step. Her fur was toned with earthy colours but littered with crimson liquid. It was dry and caked into her pelt. The blood was from Moose. She rolled within her kill. The woman loved playing with her food. The blood was the best part. It marked her as deadly. Being feared was wonderful. Even if it was a mere fawn. Wolves still took the blood as a caution. She reached the top bit of the peek. Her eyes feasted upon a lovely sight of ocean. She breathed in the fresh air. She looked down and had a bit of a shiver. She had always been horribly afraid of heights. She did not know why. It just struck her with a horrid fear. The woman backed up slowly but still admired the view. Her tongue slithered across her scarred muzzle. She did enjoy the water, though. She did not enjoy many things that come from the spawn of nature but this was one. The other being death itself. Death was all in nature, right? Right.. "speech"

what did she have to fear? even though he was not here, she was being watched by valkan, she could feel it. no one would dare disturb her, and the maggots, lo the lands here were full of the slimey creatures. they never tasted so good. tottering onward, she nosed the ground, occasionally tripping over her paws, and huffing with annoyance at them, as she would scramble to her feet again. the scent of another? could it be? ears would prick, and she'd bounce forward an excited yip bubbling forward from her maw, dancing around the spot, excited form nearly vibrating forward as the other wolf came into sight. "Hihihihihihi!" the words would tumble out of her jaws, sounding more like an excited pup than any 'normal' phrase the bitch would spare. tumbling she would roll about on the grass towards the strange wolf, maggots from her last snack still clinging to her person, a giggle escaping her. Speech,

Her eyes stayed connected with the ocean. Her lids stayed peeled as she watched each wave flow to the rocking ridges. She rolled her shoulders and sighed as she turned around. The demon turned around at the sound of paws thudding against the ground. Sunny orbs full of darkness fell upon nearly a spitting image of Canttina. Though, the other fae's eyes were different. She stared into bi-colored orbs. One blue as the ocean behind her and the other violet. She admired the horrid look of her fellow behemoth. The way she had the scent of rotton flesh carved into her being. Canttina's jaws nearly spilled with dribble.

She swallowed harshly as lust instantly built up within her core. As the female neared Canttina stood her ground. Though she had a sickening feeling about the cliff, she didn't know why. The demon tilted her head as the other fae spoke. The sudden juttering words flew from her mouth in an instant. Oh yes, Canttina did like this one. She grinned, her bloody fangs flashed into the brisk air. "Why hello to you too!" She was excited and spilling with lust. She shuddered, her feelings were on overload.

Wolf by KATI H. Texture by sirius-sdz and emzazasstock