Firefly Ravine One year old and counting.

Teci knew exactly what collars were and had to physically stop herself from recoiling from the leather ring in Lyric's jaw. Collars were not so pretty nor were they signs of love to Teci. On her old farm they had come in the cracked, charging leather or painful chain variety and had been used to keep wayward or violent dogs contained.

The wolfdog forced a smile,"It's beautiful." The stones were truly, it was just the cultural symbol of the accessory that had repulsed her so.