Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? The male had went across to an island, the water washing away the rest of the blood on his fur. But the salt water got into his wounds and stung like crazy. It was enough to make him whimper a little, but he shook his fur and smiled, charming as usual. As much as he cared for Akemi, he knew the smaller wolf cared for Hati and Baldur more than anyone. And then there was Freyja, his sister, and he had no idea where she was. He hadn't seen her in forever. There was Weth and Nott, but he had never liked those two. A soft growl rumbled through the air, until Freyr scented a female. Flashing his charming smile, the golden and black male moved closer. His tail wagged slightly, although it mostly drug the ground. When he finally found the female, he stared at her, and tilted his head slightly. "So, this is the charming female that left the scent?" He glanced at her again, and smiled. "My name is Freyr. May I have the pleasure of having the name of such a pretty lady?" I could really use a wish right nowFreyr

I got my red dress on tonight dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight She would be found roaming around the islands, for the same sole purpose she had been wandering farther and farther from pack lands for the last few days- exploration. Today, the russet brown woman would find herself pacing through the silver island. Misha would be following nothing in particular, just stepping around in the sand. She would spin around when she heard a deep voice behind her, a large golden and black wolf covered in scars walking towards her. He seemed a bit dirty, but Misha would brush it off. She would open her maw at his words, stuttering shyly. "M.. My n-name?" She would ask in a soft tone, looking at her paws sheepishly. "Misha Elaine Cae," she would say in almost a soft whisper, avoiding the male's gaze as she would look at the ground shyly. throw my hair up real big, beauty queen stylehigh heels off I'm feeling alive