Haunted Wood It's Madness

The wild woman had ran across the wilderness for her entire life, but there was something off about this place. It smelled of other wolves, something shew was not used to. When she did come across a wolf, they didn't understand her tongue, but she refused to speak the English language. Her mother had told her that her auntie Ezimette had come to through this place to get t a "pack" and that was the last her mother had seen of her aunt. Apparently her mother had realized the scent of her long lost sibling, but she left quickly. Whatever, it wasn't that big a deal to the wild one.

   Her head whipped around, near-indigo eyes grazing the area. She had been lost in thoughts of what her life would be like had she been raised pack-tamed. She had completely ignored the scent of a male, in which her interest slowly grew. The white blaze turned her body around with a sharp swivel. An obsidian figure stood before her now. She pulled her lips up, revealing teeth stained with rabbit-blood. Her eyes were wild with excitement.