Voices in the Dark

*Isabella* · 03-08-2014, 05:46 PM

Isabella

One thing Isabella learned in her home range was that caves were always cool if you went in them deep enough. Some of them even held water if you were lucky and water filtered though the cave rocks was the most crisp and clean water in the world. Caves were also dark and lonely, a good place to think. Even if the fox colored wolf wasn't fully alone, her gecko friend walked here and there around her as she lay before a small pool of water. It was a nice find, water was scares in this deadly summer and it was not easy to get to. The cave held many secrets under paw, holes that could cause a fall, steps tat would lead to a crevice but such things were easy for Isabella to get past, she was always sure of her steps.

She had lost track of how deep they were within the cave but she knew they were deep enough in to loose the scents of the outside world. All that was around them was the smell of the damp cool air. Well at least for a while the air held only the damp scent, there was soon a scent of another wolf a female she did not know. Isabella stood to her proud stance, tall as an Alpha with ears and tail showing dominance.

"Did you come in here for water as well?" She spoke loud enough to be heard. Her voice was cold and emotionless as it always was. In a few smooth steps she stood in front of the pool. Alphonso the gecko moved with her standing beside her as if he could fight against any wolf who came upon them. "Guests are welcome so long as they are not greedy! We are going to share our water not give it up!" The gecko's voice sounded as wolf as Isabella but held much more emotion, not a challenge or anger or anything but a tone that said they were not pushovers.

"My words are for all.""My thoughts are not."

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