This kid kinda creepy

Kostas was off doing whatever it was Kostas was doing, which left Eudora to her own devices. Which, since they’d arrived in this dreadful place, wasn’t much aside from complaining. She could be honest with herself and admit that this place they stopped in was pretty in its own right, but that would mean admitting she could actually enjoy being here.

Trying her damn best to keep her clean, ivory paws on dry land, Eudora was finding it harder and harder the deeper she ventured into the willow grove. More channels of water spread and divulged from each other, covering nearly almost all of the ground between the trees. It was inevitable that her paws would get wet and she hated it. Hated it almost as much as being made to leave the confines of her very comfortable home back in Cypress.

With a huff, Eudora slides through the drooping branches, purposefully making noise and marking her scent along the smooth bark. She’s about to round the tree and move on when a rustle catches her attention. Freezing, muscles stilling, ears tuning in, she lifts her nose before wrinkling it. A male wolf, ugh. ”You could at least ogle me where I can see you,” Eudora drawls, her thick Greek accent ringing true as she scans her surroundings to find said intruder.

Eudora Dunamis
Italics denotes Greek