The Misunderstood

A large hellish looking she wolf would trot down a path, when a flurry of movement caught the dame's mismatched orbs. Picking up her pace, she found a strangely shaped creature hopping between rocks and running across a patch of grass. She stood behind it, head cocked to the side quizzically as she tried to decipher what the animal was. It had a long tail like a cat, but it's body was like nothing she'd ever seen. Almost like a squirrel, but it had long dew claws on it's paws. "I don't mean to be rude, but... What in the world are you?" She asked, chuckling slightly to ease any immediate feelings of fear or aggression. Her head was tilted at an angle, her eyes quickly flickering over it's body in an attempt to figure out the puzzle as she waited.






"Speech"