Krystalia watched him go, and once his red/white colored body finally faded from her view, she shook her head, a quiet, gentle sigh escaping her lips. He'd never understand, that there was nothing, NOTHING better then freedom. Oh how she'd hate being trapped in a house, or even surrounded by fences, as he was. How he could enjoy his life, Krystalia did not know. She turned to once again enter the forest, when a soft yelping caught her attention, and the sound instantly became familiar. Her little brother! Oh, where was Mason?! He was only seven months old, but he was such a little trouble maker! She turned in a quick circle, and her eyes landed on a human girl, standing near a house-structure, and in the girls arms? Her grey, little fluff-ball of a
brother. She growled, ears pinning as she jumped the fence, a loud snarl ripping from her throat as she raced towards the girl, who was holding her little brother in such a way that his back leg could snap at any second.