Cupid's Arrow

If there was one thing that the fun-loving she-wolf would die for, it was a Carnival. At one point in her life, she’d actually considered joining on. The members constantly traveled to see the world, met all kinds of faces, and played games all the time. It seemed like a dream. The only thing was that Théa didn’t have any particular talents, much to her dismay. Perhaps she could do face painting, but that was about it and it was surely not enough for her to be accepted into a troop. So, she made do with simply partaking.

The palm tree colored woman ventured up to one of the booths, manned by a flamboyant wolf whom she found she adored. A bright smile lit up her features and she gave a wink with her golden gaze before grabbing one of the arrows and giving it a toss, hoping it landed.

Italics mean she's speaking French