Spunk

A wrinkle of her nose would let a scent touch it. Her brow raised as her russet head turned to see a large male whom padded her way. She turned to face him, mud still covered her muzzle. She sneezed softly. The fae was indeed a tiny one, but normal for her breed. She was a red little speed demon, but she would never let anyone take advantage of her size. She was quick and knew how to use it. A large oaf like the one before her would never stand a chance against her. She would dart around like a little mouse and he would never keep up.

He asked if she was okay, a tilt of her head would indicate curiosity. "I will survive. These legs are easy to trip over. I lost my prey too. Damn." She sighed softly, orange orbs would beam up into his. She was a pretty little girl, despite the mud that covered her. A perfect Ethiopian Wolf.




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