by . s h e i l a . » Mon Jan 21, 2013 5:22 pm
{{ This one is to Zorn, or anyone else that is in the Woods }}
"I'll be back, little one." Sheila says with a small smile, a ripple of wind slightly blowing her dark black fur. She licks the sticky sleep out of the corner of her Hazel eyes, and she quickly bounds off, small, thin branches lightly smacking her muzzle and face. She looks above herself at the Sun and the Crows that soared in the Beautiful, Bright sky, and the Sunlight that peered through the naked branches of the tall, swaying Trees.
As Sheila's wet, moist nose twitched, the strong scent of Prey - Squirrels, Rabbits, and other small Mammals - entered her wide nostrils, as well as another scent. A Wolf. Sheila slowed her pace, her pointed, black ears perked, listening to the smallest sounds that might belong to a Wolf. Maybe Panting? Chomping? That's exactly what Snowy heard. She also heard a PLUMP, as if a small Object, or an Animal, was being thrown onto the Ground.
A low, deep growl rose in Sheila's chest, and her eyes glisten curiously. Her hackles rose, lifting from her back, and she takes a few small steps forward, one muscular leg after another, paws snapping dry leaves. "Who's there?"
Trauma, the Pit Puppy.My Username was FriskiiPup, so Please, do not take it. Thank you. c: