Right where I don't belong
06-20-2017, 07:39 AM
She was trying her best to walk the limes Faite normally did today. As a yearling she was full size but still remained quite small. The thought of what she was doing wasn't exactly that she was patrolling the borders, but that she was playing some game that Faite played every day. As she came upon the new comer she let out a bark and dropped to a play bow. She wasn't even aware that this wolf could be dangerous to their packs well being. Her tail wagged high above her hips and she literally bounced her way towards the female. A bark was released as she called for Faite to see how good she had done with this game. Her French accented voice rang out as she greeted her in her broken English. "Nice meeting. Name Jewell." she was grinning ear to ear. She had no clue that this female might think her retarded or something. Walk, "Talk" Think |
Faite as Jewell's guardian is allowed in any and all her threads regardless of the tag. She may enter as she see's fit.
All of Jewell's French will have a span title over it, hover for translations.