I hear the willows cheering
07-12-2014, 08:13 PM
Ah, of course such a blissful moment could never last. Princess. He rolled his eyes at the name. He half expected little green leprechauns to leap out from their hideouts and begin dancing beneath rainbows. Winter raised his dainty frame from his nesting place near the pond and made his way toward the group of wolves. This princess appeared to be rather young. . . perhaps it was a little fantasy of hers to keep herself occupied. Name's Winter. His introduction was short as usual. Nothing fancy, like she wanted; however, it was not to please her. He simply did not attempt to please anyone but himself. His life was lived for himself and himself alone. Nothing about this gal really impressed him - though, he would stay for now. He had no reason to continue his travels yet. Though, if those leprechauns appeared he would surely have to leave. A smile crossed his maw as thoughts of little green creatures danced through his mind. Winter glanced over at the other unfamiliar canine. She was dark in color as Dusk was. The way she greeted Dusk with her arrival warm. Surely they were some kin, though, Winter did not bother to ask. So, what now Princess? Speech Thought |