#misfitzgerald

The petite shewolf stood by the small lake, moonlight cutting her form out of the darkness. She hummed to herself; a melody she had heard earlier today, dancing to it and caring but little for the newcomer for she was lost within her mind.

"She is an outstanding pup and while I ken that not all would agree with me since she is after all still unclaimed. She is among the handful of female pups that I would claim if had held a sexual desire for women or if I was still willing to take pups under my wing. Her company is always enjoyable and calming. I shall trust to hope she would soon be claimed.”

Beautiful features, her attitude can use a bit more refine. Maybe she’s nicer if I talk more to her.

He doesn’t like when people creep up on him. Then again, he’s not sure they did much creeping in the first place. He was just caught off guard, head turns to stare at the other. “You know. Last person that managed to sneak up on me got a knife to the neck.” Not that he had a knife, but still. His nerves were definitely still on edge.