I feel funny. Why do I feel funny? I am not supposed to feel funny. My nose twitches and my head goes back a bit. I feel my face wrinkling and my fire opal eyes looking around and trying to figure it out. I find them looking at this one wolf. Black. With touches of silver. Green eyes...but there are lots of colors in there. I am staring. Why do I feel funny? Why is my mouth getting dry?

I find my jaw dropped open with my rather stern and surprised expression fixated on this dark colored girl. Dark colored much like me. Yes, me. She is much like me. Why does SHE make me feel funny? I managed to figure out it was her. She was not super close though and didn’t join intimately and I think that is a shame.

I put my jaw back onto my mouth and shake my head. What is going on here? I feel like what Ru must feel like when he starts eating weird things. I tried to look away from her but I simply could not. I had to go over there. She was...beautiful in her own way. Perfectly beautiful. It was like heaven opened up on me. Now I must keep her pristine and beautiful in this dirty gross world.
I manage to move past the crowd and march right towards her. My handsome head lifts up with my dark grey fur, darkening around the eyes giving my fire opals a rather bright and dashing look. I go up to her without any sort of hesitation, with a smile on my dark lips and a wiggle to my brow.

”Hey,” I say suddenly realizing I had no idea what I was going to say. It was then that the smell hit me. The smell was not a pleasant one. My nose wrinkles slightly again. She is so beautiful and yet smells like THAT? What is wrong with this world? This is a travesty. A horror. It simply cannot be.

”Oh my GOD,” I say looking around then for anything, flowers, something. ”Where the hell did you come from? That smell is just unacceptable for someone of your caliber. Look at you. You. Are. GORGEOUS, but you simply CANNOT smell like that,” I say, completely comfortable and natural for me at least. Perhaps it is a bit harsh but I don’t see it that way as I look around. ”We have to find you a good stream, or maybe flowers will cover that scent or anything, come on,” I say my fire opal eyes looking back to her to see if she will follow to find...well, whatever we can find.