nothin' but a good time

Arella's ears perked, standing erect atop her small cranium. Interest shone in her vibrant blue gaze, watching the skinny black wolf with keen interest. He still reeked of blood -- she could only wonder if he had hurt himself, or maybe if he had killed something recently? It certainly didn't seem like he'd eaten anything lately, given how skinny he was. She sighed a bit, wishing she had brought him a small rodent or something. But no, it was too dark to hunt anyway...

"It's okay," she said quickly, her voice carefree and light. Though this boy seemed strange, she was far too naive to be wary of him. "I don't want it. But I'll play with you!" Tail wagged again behind her as she gazed at him, eyes full of delight. She really didn't even want it -- she didn't even know what said 'crinkly' was, but it didn't really look that tempting to her. It would be dangerous walking on such unpredictable land, but the prospecting of making a new friend was tempting. Light paws began to tread on the dirt, which was riddled with glass and other shiny dangerous things. Eyes strained through the darkness to avoid the obstacles as she struggled to keep closer to him.