Arrow Lake my fairy companion

I don’t mind and yes I’ll try and start one tonight if I get a chance 


The little red furred she devil leaned into his voice, close enough to touch, but he of course refrained not being a physical wolf. Most of the time Physical touches drove him crazy, because he never knew what to do and how to act. If he had know he had hurt her feelings, by keeping some of his own thoughts ot himself he would have tried to rectify that.

He heard her silently say something to herself about him making her mad and she called him the big black wolf and he realized he still had yet to share his name with her, he wondered why he wasn’t so apt to give his name to her, he was usually so quick to divulge that gem of his identity. Maybe for once he just wanted someone to know him without his name and all the drivel that came with it.

He was about to tell her his name when she spoke quickly and with an exasperated expression. He tilted his head and he stood there as she walked away and he spoke quietly, but he was certain she would be able to hear him, Bye Imp. I’m glad you’re alive too. With that quiet tone, he stood and turned and ran back up the mountain side, anxious to go home and sleep, his mind was too full, and he wanted to quiet it, even if it were for a little moment.