Walking on Sunshine

The mixed colored babe smiled and looked to the ebony fae with a kind and compassionate glance. Her golden orbs showed friendliness to her and she nodded her approval. The sound of frogs singing their throaty song as ripples and the sound of then plopping into the water showing where they had been. Venin looked to the fae, golden optics meeting radioactive green ones.

"May I ask your name?" Venin asked with the slight tilt of her head. She had never met this she-wolf before, and perhaps she would be a willing friend. Venin was never one to have friends, and hopefully this would be the day she had one.

"And, by the way, my name is Venin," she bowed her head in a respectable manner as she waited for the midnight colored wolf to answer her.