Blackfeather Woods sacré bleu!

Sorry, I derped! Was looking at Scarletts profile, I think

Her friend took a step toward her, and a smile that looked like it would tear her face appart suddenly, without warning, appeared on Vada's muzzle. Her stump of a tail wagged, end still scabbed a little from where the not-dog had eaten it, but otherwise in good condition for a half-eaten tail. She mirrored his action, then stopped, orange eyes watching him, deducing, deciding. Then, the pale man spoke. He closed the distance between them, and Vada was overjoyed. Most that she met did not seem to like being friends very much, and the dead ones were rather boring. This one was very alive, and seemed to accept Vada's friendship. 

As a pup, alone, as a teen, alone, as a woman, alone. Vada had been alone, except for the pale furless beings that watched over her. However, she could not communicate with them, and they were not friends. All her life, the grey woman had been searching for something, someone, to fill the void that was her young, empty life. Now, she had found it. The pale man would stay with her, he would be her friend and they would have so much fun! Her mind too whirled with possibilities, however, different from the pale one's. 

She nodded happily. She felt happy, but also a kind of happy that was more then happy. It was...she did not know. Perhaps, it was true that this was a moment of her life that Vada had experienced true happiness. Everything would be alright, she insisted to herself. Everything would be jolly good, everything would be merry. 

"Vada t'us nu fried. Vada follow friend, 'ven o'er stink line!" She said with greet happiness, glancing at the invisible line on which she stood. She had been terrified to cross it earlier, for the scents on the other side had been of death and un-happiness, but with her new friend, she could do anything! Perhaps later they could dance in a field of daisies, and kill a not-friend and eat it!