Without a Care

Ears perked up when the man said he didn't steal one of his eyes, that his mom and dad gave them to him. They were pretty and the hound wanted them but she knew she couldn't get them, causing a soft whine to slip from her lips as she pulled out from the curtain and out of sight. A moment later she came around it, refocusing her gaze on the man, an ear twitching when he asked what the thing was around her neck, and asked if it was hurting her.

Cana's brows came together suspiciously, taking a step to the side but not taking her gaze off the wolf. "It's Precious, and he would never hurt Cana." She told him, waving her tail before turning away and trotting over to a small stream just a few feet away. She lowered her head and took a few laps before looking back over at the wolf again. "Does wolf have a name? Cana is Cana."


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"