There isn't a meaning

Rina Sat on the opposite bank, facing the she wolf. She was quite young, maybe just of age. What are you doing it here on a cold winters night? She asked. Rina replied calmly, I am simply having an evening stroll, I do get lonely sometimes. Rina sighed, a puff of steam riding into the bitter winter air, vanishing into the cold, clear starry sky.


She returned her bi-coloured gaze to the young she-wolf. From a distance, you could mistake the dame as a small brute, but she would surely turn into an attractive feme one day.


Ooc: Sorry for the short post :s