baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

The sound of someone’s voice made her halt, even with the thick briars she knew they were close. It hadn’t been the most confident voice either, but Belle still turned herself around to make sure there was no threat to Banshee. As her snow splattered form shifted beneath the thorns she was pricked a few more time. The fur on her body was thick enough to avoid most of the damage, but her face and ears suffered the most. Little nicks and cuts weren’t completely obvious on her dark fur but her shining white ear as a different story.

She grumbled quietly to herself as she got herself in the right direction before saying anything. Hopefully the wolf veered in her direction instead of Banshee’s. ”Hello?” She answered before she could see him. Decorated paws carried her further down the deer trail before his grayscale form came into view. He didn’t hold himself with the same pride Belle did. While he could still be a threat she was sure even Banshee could take him herself. ”Yes?” She tried not to snap at him as her magenta gaze looked him over.