Blackfeather Woods sacré bleu!

Imagine Vada's surprise, when instead of funny two-legs giving her a cookie, a ghost-dog stepped in front of her. She stopped abruptly, orange eyes bright. She saw the wolf's eyes- they were red, much like her own pair of orange ones. Red. Blood was red. His eyes were red. Vada chuckled. He said something, but Vada wasn't paying attention. Vada was laughing, hysterically. His eyes were red. Blood was red. Get it? No? Vada erupted into raucous laughter, her whole body trembling. It might seem rather unerving then, when she suddenly stopped. Her laughter did notv slow, of faulter, it simply stopped.

She looked at the wolf with huge eyes, an idea in her mind. "Friieeennnddd?" she asked, drawing out the word and putting emphasis on the d. She stared at him in silence, then dipped her head and seemed to speak to herself. "Vada g'ood. Vada ha'v friend. Friend 'ver n'ver leave. Vada okay. Friend fo'ver." she mumbled with a garbled tongue, smiling all the while. She looked up at the wolf. "Friend" she said simply, firmly. He was her friend. He would be her friend forever. They would run through meadows and roll in flowers and eat blood. That's what friends did!

Hi! *waves*