Dinosaurs with Guns.

It was uncomfortably wet here and Alamea felt as though it would take a lifetime for the dampness to leave her, it seemed to be penetrating right to her bones. The young white female had seen many places in her short time here and yet again she found herself in place unlike any of the others. Her mind began to wander, she briefly wondered what type of wolf she might meet here, and then wondered if she would meet anyone at all.

She had wandered a bit farther when she caught the scent of another wolf. Male, she surmised, she changed her course following the scent. The youth couldn?t say why exactly, maybe it was the atmosphere of the bog. It certainly wasn?t a welcoming place, to be certain, the fog had begun to roll in which caused a chill to run up her spine.

Finally she saw the male with her own eyes, he had his back turned to her and they were still a ways away. Even from here though she could see was pretty big, and she could make out the snowy color of his coat. Alamea hesitated, he was moving away from her and she was unsure if she wanted to follow him, wanted to close the gap. The ivory female decided instead to let out a small bark, she would leave it up to him if he wanted to answer.