Lets Dance An Irish Jig
06-05-2015, 11:57 AM
The howl that echoes over the island woke her from a light nap, her small form would jump slightly at the sound of her name and groggily she'd lift herself from the forest floor. It might have been winter everywhere else, but their lush island was still very much green and very much hot. Slowly she'd make her feet move oward her visitor, not trying to run her pace was rather relaxed as she finally popped out of the greenery and took in the wolf who called her. He was still just as gigantic as ever. "Hey, Tall-y McTall-Tall." She'd say as she sat in front of him, taking the role of the missing cinder as she made a rather good impression of the cat. |
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