LETHAL DESIRE

*Amalia* · 02-14-2014, 07:05 PM

The loss of her tail had been difficult, but if anything it had given her an enjoyment of wide open spaces. In the desert, there are no trees to fall on her, and there are no broken tails to bite off of her body. Her stump has healed nicely, concealed by a cute little tuft on her rear. She?s found herself a nice little den, a hideout of her very own, and she enjoys it very much. As gregarious as Amalia is, she thinks that a rogue?s life is calmer, more peaceful. Pack life comes with so many changes that her head has begun to spin. The almost yearling enjoys her independence, even if it only comes at a few days at a time.
Today, during her voyage to her little club house, she finds herself stumbling across a troubled soul. His angelic pelt is unlike any she?s seen before, and her youthful mind does not register him as the brutal foe who so often struck against her Aunt. The russet-kissed girl walks towards the man, a frown crossing her typically cheery face. ?Are you alright?? she asks him. ?I have a hideout where we can go to cool off!? she offers, simply guessing that that is the problem.

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