Without a Care

"Stop! That's mean!" A bark came from the swinging branches of the willows, a grey for jumping back and forth through the curtains of leaves. The hound was playing with Them, but now They were teasing her, standing behind the curtains calling her name then vanishing when she would jump through. "Cana will tell Euro!" She growled, standing before a curtain, tail up and lips pulled back.

A breeze rolled over her body, making the tag on her collar jingle lightly. A smirk came upon her lips, raising her head high. "That's what you get!" She told the hanging branches, turning to her side with her head looking away. "Precious no like when you mean to Cana."


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"