this girl needs a bell

Sagittarius Fallen

The soon to be yearling was having fun and playing, minding her own business within the moor. A tilt of her skull as the scent of another caught her attention. Grabbing the stick she was thrashing about was soon picked up and held tightly between her teeth. Yellow pools that matched her father Gil's watched that of another who resembled a cow with the colorings of ivory, grays and obsidians. Plopping down onto her hind quarters, her tail falling still as ears twitched. She placed the stick down and watched the other curiously before speaking. "You don't smell like any wolf here." Sagittarius was completely blunt and honest, a trait she had picked up from her father and mother. Always straight forward and too the point. "I am Sagittarius Fallen, daughter of Modesty and Gilgamesh. Mind stating your business?" Maybe she was becoming too straight forward?