A wolf named Belladonna

"For what you 'ave accomplished so far, it looks nice." Erika tried to reassure Tyrande. The smaller wolf seemed so worried about her den's appearance and which should go where and what should be here. To be honest, Erika would be the same way, the big aesthete she was.

The marred wolf blinked at the word human. It still unnerved her, even after more than a year. Tyrande was not using it in a negative manner however. She was explaining that she was influenced by the humans' way, their strange, peculiar way, of building dens. Erika relaxed a bit and smiled at Tyrande. "And it iz a lovely den, a good way of starting ze tour."