drippin' blue blood from my wrist

A grating voice assaulted Snow's ears, and she backed away, her blue eyes widening even more, her fur still bristling with fear; she didn't trust this wolf. At the moment, she wished Gelus was there more than anything; he would have told her that everything was alright, that he wouldn't let the wolf hurt her. Well, the Gelus she knew would have done that. She wasn't sure how he would act now; maybe he wasn't the sweet male he used to be. Shaking her head, she pushed the thoughts of her childhood friend to the back of her mind. Nothing good could come of thinking of the male, only the pain of missing him. And who knew? Maybe he would find her again. Snow tried to speak, but fell silent, trying to think of a response that wouldn't make the male mad, if there was one.

Eventually, though, she came up short, and backed away even more. She didn't like being here. No response would probably make the wolf mad. But what could she say? The wolf already seemed a little irritated.