We're All Just Dancers, On The Devil's Dancefloor

The warming spring days have the red woman more and more eager to go out and explore. While the temperature is nowhere near the hot tropical weather that she is used to, Keahi still finds it easier to move around without the bitterly cold snow present. The sun slowly moves across the sky, not yet at its zenith and the red wolf moves across the lush green land. Her polar bear armor is firmly in place, not because she expects trouble, but because the polar bear fur offers her some extra, added warmth.

A nearby river gurgles its pleasure, calling for her to come and quench her thirst. A happy smile is on her red lips as Keahi moves to the babbling water’s edge, lowering her head to lap at the cool liquid. A breeze picks up, softly running its fingers through her fur, making the grass around appear to wave in greeting to the red wolf that bows at the bank of the river.


"Keahi Mogotsi"