Mar 11, 2014
*curious eyes look at Ammy, blinking twice before poking the she-wolf’s nose*
oh?
She needn’t mind a prod or pet, whence too a peeking gaze met fair shades of obsidian. A labyrinth of inquisitive meetings positively met according etching of utter oddity, to mere friendly welcoming through her haven strung. A ruffle passes alabaster fur, breezes capturing fainter tendrils seeping outward from lupine being, presences dually pardoned yet questioned so. Gestures streaming as that to carmine markings, embedded a neatened thread to celestial becoming— would this mortal girl too release the humane veil? Or but a white she-wolf remain?
“Arff!”