I do not hear it, just as I do not see it and just as I do not feel it. At least, that is, until it collides with me and we go tumbling tumbling down the hill I had just claimed. I perhaps have a disgruntled expression across my whimsical and oh so delicate features- but when I open my toxic green eyes laced with their orange I find a peculiar face staring down at me. It is a wolf face, one white such as my own though banded with black across fierce blue and green eyes that thirst for my blood. Perhaps if I was a wolf whole in mind I would be terrified and would act accordingly, but as it is I am no such wolf. Instead, I give a smile up to the female now above me who holds me down, as my rump is given to wiggle and squirm in my delight that follows the flurry my tail wishes to give. I have found another, at last, and she has come to join me! The murderous gaze she gives me is meaningless, and even her question hardly registers. The end of it, however, catches my interest and it has me thinking for but a brief moment.

"If I were to choose how to die, I think I would love love LOVE to fly!" Light green eyes are vibrant, eager, and oh so very excited as I gaze up at her. I have given her all of my honesty, for I have nothing else to give, and no space for more to register within my fractured brain. Instead, by pure means of instinct, I am stretching my slim neck up so that I can reach her jaws and place not one or two but three licks upon her white jaw. I have no intention of even attempting to squirm out from beneath her, and in truth I am really very content with where I am. In fact, I even like the feel of her bigger body pinning my own down, and such a thing results in the words I find spilling past my lips. Courtesy of my unrelenting mind. "Did you know you feel rather nice, wolf made of spice?" A soft and quiet giggle accompanies the words, and it does not cross my mind that I have myself cross an unknown line. In truth I do not know this wolf, and I do not know the consequences of my actions- but I am ignorant to such things. My mind is incapable of such structure and sophisticated thoughts. It would be true I am a simpleton at best, but I am also a flamboyant and vibrant one at that.

Perhaps if I had known I was stumbling into a pack of warriors, of assassins, I would know better. But I do not know such things, and I certainly do not know better. I am content in my life and in these moments, that I may stare up at a beautiful wolf who holds me down for all that my life is worth. Still, never does it occur to me my life might hang in the line, and that I may be in ultimate and lethal danger. I am simply me, Lenore, and I will always have my smiles and my giggles to share.