Silvertip Mountain Cerberus was probably an angry chihuahua

June was living the life, her mind was encompassing day dreams of all varieties - most of them to do with a certain grey wolf that had led her on her first hunt. As she headed out of her den she considered going to visit the bay today, and started heading in that direction. It was an interesting journey, made even more so by the scent that the breeze brought her.

She became alert when she realised he was close. Suddenly, she felt nervous. She wasn't much of a speaker at the best of times, but the six month old was even more closed tongue around Alastor - only quick to agree with him whenever he said something. He was so wise, so kind, so handsome.

Deciding that a visit to the bay could wait, she slipped down the paths towards the scent - meandering, trying to not be seen by him. June didn't know what to say, she just knew that she wanted to be close to her knight in shiny grey armour.