Please Don't Hate Me

The mottled girl glimpsed the tall figure past the sheep, and she approached calmly but with purpose. However, her determination faded with every step she took towards the grey wolf. She had seen wolves that met the other's height before, the pack was full of them. But something about they way she seemed to loom over her with every step forward Abby took. She met her red eyes, refusing to give in to fear. But then the other started crying.

Oh great, another crazy person. She remembered talking a wolf with a few screws loose last season, but Fitz had been certainly more subtle about his lack of sanity. This unkempt woman looked terrifying. Abby fought hard to stop her tail from curling beneath her legs.

In a final attempt to seem brave, she straightened her posture. "Hello. I'm Abby." She said, forcing the words from her constricting throat. Tyrian had warned her about the wolves of Fireside, and yet she still hadn't prepared herself. If anything, this was her own fault. This was her first opportunity to make friends with this wolf, as she wouldn't let her childish fears get in the way. Still, the way those red eyes peered from the stranger's unsettingly skull-like face was the stuff of nightmares.