Dear Diary..........
The young white she-wolf rolled around in what was left of the snow, yipping happily, tail wagging. Memories of her puphood had gone through one ear and out the other, so to speak, and she was maturing quickly. She wondered if there were any other pups, the only one she knew of was her brother, Diablo. Her brother... She had faint memories of another family, but images that horrible either stuck or slipped through one's memory, and for her they had slipped past; she could hardly remember them, now.
She stopped her rolling, laying on her back, staring up at the sky and thinking of the things that had happened for the past few days. She'd had a sudden intrest in males over the last few days, too - it somewhat amused her. She yipped, wondering if anyone else was around. An adult, or a new playmate, it didnt matter, she just felt like talking to someone.
~ ♥ Aiko. |
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