Sunset Valley When the Canary doesn't sing...

"I guess you could call me a dispersal...not by choice though. I-um they thought I was possessed. They told me to find a soul that could cleanse mine." she shuffled her paws, her mother had always thought she should find a mate who could 'cleanse' her and give her pups. She never had been to fond of the thought of a mate, but was coming to throw the thought elsewhere lately. She wasn't exactly searching, but she would never mind to stumble across somebody special. There was something about his voice...She tested it again, looking away and flickhing at the darkness that bit her,. Turning her head back, she found that it had disappeared. How..?What..? "Do-do you feel that?"