Wave of Sickness
01-18-2014, 02:44 AM
She she had suspected her activity would bring about company, as she gorged herself another had found her way close to her kill. Across the bank the she wolf would notice a form. She was hardly distinguishable from an adult, but she still help that innocent look of adolescence. Twig would hardly spare her a glance as she continued eating. Then a bark would sound, and Twig would sigh. Knowing she'd have to acknowledge her then. With an irritated flick of her ear she would swivel her crown to meet the gaze of the bicolored girl. Her eyebrows would raise in a questioning manner as her aggravated tail would shift. She had no wish for pleasantries or words to be shared so she would stare at the girl as she awaited to hear what she wanted. She was close enough to yell, and that was quite good enough for the marked woman. I can talk! |