The sound of coughing would bring her back to reality. Her crown would lift, audits swiveling to pinpoint the source. It wasn't hard. A vibrantly colored girl leaned against a tree, looking as though she was going to start coughing up her lungs. Lips would wrinkle in distaste. But there was something familiar about her. She had only ever know one other wolf that was vibrantly colored. Viridiana. Was this a child of her? Nostrils quivered as she moved closer, stopping several feet away. Her scent was familiar, beneath the smell of sickness and death. Was she the little queen that had ruled the forest?
She didn't look like much. "You look terrible." She stated her thoughts, and the obvious. She stood tall, peering down at the girl. A little creature stood beside her, looking as though he wished to offer some more help to companion, but was failing miserably. She would fall silent, peering over at the fire engine red girl. She seemed entirely unaware of her presence, though her comment would likely alert the girl.
