We'll Be Together If The Fates Allow

The topaz colored femme trotted into the grove. The berries that once grew upon the brush died off due to the harsh winter, but she paid no heed to the cold and thought of the positive in her life. Her three legs carried her around the landscape, her bi-colored optics shimmering with life and happiness. That was when she would soon hear a howl and she would smile wide, canines noticeable and her eyes lit up with happiness. Perhaps this wolf could be a potential friend?

She ran as fast as her three limbs would carry her, and when she saw the brute she tilted her head and approached him. Soon, the flood gates would open when she began to speak, like a wildfire, she spoke loudly and quickly. Her voice was medium pitched and she spoke so fast it was as if she wasn't a normal being, "Who are you? Why are you lying here alone? Have you lived here long? What's it like having four legs?" She leapt continously as Topaz continued to speak, "Your coat color is cool! Am I talking too loud?!"