JUST A DOZEN STEPS AND TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS
10-27-2014, 03:37 PM
This was probably the grossest place she'd ever encountered. And she loved it! The mud, the slime! Oh Breen would never let her play in this if she were at home! She traipsed through the swamp- her nose twitching at all the exotic scents, hesitating only for a moment when she scented another wolf. Her ears perking and her tail waving in the air in excitement, she bounded through the bubbling ick towards the smell. What delightful wolf would she meet today?! Her eyes are met with a dark male. She bounds towards him, spewing slime and muck as she goes before she skids to a halt- unaware that the muck coats large portions of her tan fur. "Hi! I'm Remy! Who're you? What are you doing here? Do you want to play? Where are you from?" She prattled on, before stopping herself. Hadn't Breen told her something about letting others talk? Her tail wagged behind her and she beamed at this stranger, wondering what his story was. Was he all alone like she was? Would he be her friend?! Speech, |
lmao weirdest pair to meet ever. much funnies in my head.