Waiting IP: 68.187.70.214 Posted on December 15, 2013 at 11:57:58 AM by Stream
The gentle gust of wind ruffled her sliver pelt. She sighed and rested her head on her paws. A stick cracked in the woods behind her. Stream lifted her head and pricked her ears, her light blue pools looking nervously behind her. She then saw a dark brown wolf pad slowly out. He had his head bent toward the ground, thinking about something. "He's not bad looking.." Stream thought happily. She shook her head and dismissed the though. He probably wouldn't like her anyway. She then turned her head back toward the river Replies: