Mist: Mist sniffed the air and looked at her brother Toby. "I smell a wolf.." She sat on her hanches licking her coal black chest waiting for her brother to reply.
Toby: Toby sighed and rolled his chocolate brown eyes. He sniffed the air as well. "Yea, I smell one too." He walked over to Mist and nugged her shoulder gently. "Lets go." He said softly.
"Its hard to let go. Even when what you're holding onto is full of thorns, it's hard to let go. Maybe especially then"
-Stephen King
Just someone who enjoys spooky things a little too much