Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. The femme fatale didn't know what it was but she could feel it, could feel how horrible this, this. . . thing was. It wasn't like she could just get rid of it, wasn't like she could ignore it. Redirect it to someone else or put it off until further notice. But what was this thing that felt so wrong? That would be when her father handed her the pack she ruled in her past life. He didn't really hand it to her but you get what I mean. The lass was having an out of body experience, but maybe that was what was wrong. Or maybe it was the fact she was watching her dad address the pack as if she was in the crowd of wolves below the rock that they used to address them and behind him was her, well her bodice anyway.
The brute that was her father spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. ”We all knew this day was coming, the day that I stepped down to let one of my children step up as alpha. I have chosen who and while most don't think her fit for this position, she has shown me otherwise and thus I'm sure she will care for each of you like she's blood related to you. . . I hope you all support my decision in giving this position to my lovely daughter, Milo.” With that he stepped back to let her step forward and she watched from the crowd, as they cheered and her bodice had a big grin. The wolf who looked exactly like her nodded to everybody and turned to get down from the rock, only she slipped and fell. . .
The white and grey ess jolted awake, gasping for air in her den within her territory. Stormy pools wide and frantically searching around her, grey paws clawing at the earth below her as her azures adjusted and her bodice calmed down. She wasn't dead. That was good. Audits flattened against her head and hackles slowly laying flat from her near death in her dream. Slowly she calmed herself as she turned her cranium to the opening of her den, the sun definitely wasn't up yet. But it's not as if she could go back to sleep after that type of dream. Pulling herself up to standing, she started to walk but stopped mid way to stretch her back legs and then bowed to stretch her front legs. Once she finished stretching, she started her way out of her den, towards the border of her territory. When she got there, she rubbed her scent on one of the trees and then stepped over the boundary, starting her journey to Drylic Cofa.
It didn't take her very long to get to the caves, it was still nightfall when she got there and for a moment, she hesitated at the mouth of the cave. Looking into it as best she could and then surveying around her, when she found it safe, her bodice went into a play bow, tail going up into a curl over her back, swaying as it did. Tensing her muscles and bounding into the caverns, giggles escaping her kissers as she ran and played with herself. Her grey pillars carrying her white bodice with ease. Keeping her balance as she hopped over puddles, going down into a play bow once more. Her back arching and her rump in the air with her plume curled over it, swaying happily as her upper half was lowered to the cave floor, staying in this stance for quite some time, even longer than she had before. Keeping aware of her surroundings as much as she could while she did, if anybody saw her they'd think her psycho, which that could be debated but she was just like a child in a small adult body.