Be careful making wishes in the dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
Tymeria flinched at the familiar nick-name. The last person who called her that was Kaydin, before that last fatal argument. Tymeria glared out from under her fur as the cocky male went on. Oh how she would like to take a bite out of him and cut him down to size. Sadly, he was right. Her thoughts travelled to her father, constantly disappointed, and comparing her to Kaydin. He was the apple of her fathers eye, always the better hunter; the charmer; the friendlier. The only thing Tymeria had ever been better at was running. That was her one passion, the one thing she'd ever been good at. She didn't need a mate, she didn't need her family, she didn't need anyone or anything when she was running. Her thoughts diverted, she smiled and replied,
"Well, bafflement does seem to be your natural state, deriving from your ever so scintillating conversation so far, Lysander." The slight wolf giggled before continuing.
"Anywho, I've heard that there's some nasty wolves around here. Of course, a girl as slight as me would easily be able to slip away, but a male, one even as strong as you would only last so long if they caught up with you. I would suggest getting moving quite quickly if I were you. As for me, I'm going to get moving, see if I can stumble upon some of the packs around here. Safety in numbers, right?" She dropped the sarcasm for a second, and added,
"You're welcome to join me if you want. You never know, they might be more accepting of a rough looking male if he's seen with a dainty female such as me." She chuckled, a twinkle in her eye, and then she turned and took off, pouncing away up the stones beside the stream, and over the top into the sunlight. The warmth hit her fur, and she smiled as she ran, not looking back to see whether the grumpy male was following her or not.
TYMERIA - 33INCH