Curiouser and Curiouser

Haydée stands ready to fight whomever is behind that big tree, her stance set and… they keep replying with perplexing things. The slow drawl that accompanies their words is confusing to her and, when she demands that they come out, their reply is yet another joke. Still, it does make sense to go find the voice and the girl huffs in indignation before stomping toward their hiding spot. For such a small wolf, she can sure make noise.

Rounding the tree, Haydée comes to a halt near a brown and white lump of a wolf splayed languidly across the ground. Their expression is relaxed bordering on sleepy and the small girl has to fight to stifle a laugh. She is supposed to serious. Standing as tall her meager stature allows, the girl demands, “Who are you and what are you doing out here with strange, smelly herbs?” Eyes narrow in suspicion as her tail lashes the air behind her yet, deep in her emerald eyes rests a hint of the humor she feels at finding the boy in this state.

As if to make her point, the girl sneezes, nose crinkling in disgust as she waits to hear to what he is doing out here. For someone so small, she sure makes a lot of demands.


"Haydée Kedieo"