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It wasn’t often that loners gathered, but Dragonfly could feel it! She leaped up and over logs and brush to see with wide, excited eyes a progression of wolves. They were obviously detached from each other since non of them came very close to one another. However, if was clear they were all heading in the same direction, with a mutual understanding that a gathering was needed. Dragonfly’s tail waved preciously. She couldn’t stop her heart from clenching with anxiety and excitement! Usually, she was taught to avoid stranger wolves in any season put winter, when packing was beneficial.

She was eager to participate in this event though; she had heard rumors of festivals like this, and she knew that her skills were well suited to it. Well… her con artistry skill. Unlike many though, she didn’t use her skills evilly. It was just for fun. She’d come prepared too with three unique stones and one rat skull. She pressed the stones and skull she was bringing to the roof of her mouth with her tongue gently so that she wouldn’t accidentally swallow them. She dressed up for her part as well, with the long rattle snake freshly caught straddling her shoulders and with odd colors rubbed into the shorter fur of her legs - the colors were made from flower pedals and berries. It also gave her quite the fruit smell! Dragonfly danced on her paws and then padded proudly to the front of the gathering with her head drawn up.

She had to be first there; the early bird got the worm, as the saying went. She assumed that where the wolves were gathering would be obvious. Dragonfly’s fuchsia colors eyes sparkled eagerly as she picked up the scent of their destination; a wolf pack. Hoorah! Costumers would be bountiful and she’d fill her stomach with voles and squirrels and mice! Dragonfly trotted pass the marked border confidently, as she assumed she was welcome here if a bunch of loner’s were on their way here.

Under the delicious fragrance of fir trees, she set up her space near large roots that marked a half-circle space. She moved stones in the area to ring in a small space in the center of the space. With this, Dragonfly set her four items into the marked circle. She titled her head with a bright grin at her, she thought, very convincing set up, and then she pivoted to face away from the tree trunk and called out heartily in her high-pitched, gritty wolf-voice, “Fortunes told here! Come get your fortune told; a small prey for a single reading!”

Dragonfly sat back on her huanched and waved her paws through the air to draw eyes (for odd gestures often did). She dropped back to her four paws and stood. She shook her fur so that the rattle snake’s tail jingled with promise. Then she strutted around her fortune ring, trying to lure in guests with her energetic prance and playful smile.

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FEMALE \ 3 YEARS OLD \ 32 INCHES \ 150 POUNDS \ GYPSY \ NO MATE \ IMPRINT UNFOUND \ TOULOUSE