Deepwood Weald Sherlock Work

I imagined him floating around like those animal balloons they made in Shrek and that amused me quite a lot haha!


He merely nodded as Itsy dismissed his inquiry toward her untimely death and watched with bemused interest as the flitted and gestured in a way entirely unfamiliar to him. It was like watching something in fast forward...and the more she did it the more he sympathized with the predatory nature of cats. he wanted to smack her a bit with his paw. Not hard. Just a tap. Why? He hadn't the slightest clue.

Before he could instigate his new agenda his ears pricked at her final declaration. "Mostly white. Some cream colors with a bit of tan. Taller than most female wolves," he recited with a type of smug grin. "You were saying it a lot," he explained lest the petite critter find herself wondering where he came upon such a detailed recollection. "It was catchy. Like a pop song."

P. Sherman , 42 Wallaby Way, Syndey.

Wait. What?

He shook head and cleared the vapors gathering in the depths of his brain. "Also. No I have not," he stated to confirm that he'd not seen the catchy pop song wolf she'd been speaking of.