Hideaway Strath Stand Beside Me, Or Get Out Of My Way

Sasha had cleaned herself thoroughly by now.
but only just now. she was lounging in the sun, drying out her fur after a swim.
she'd even taken the care to lick between her paw pads. no trace of blood here officer, t'wasn't i who killed the girl. you have the wrong white wolf.

Sasha chuckled softly as she stood now, shaking out her mostly dry fur.
yeah, this would do.
she silently wandered through the strath, looking for something to eat. or someone to torment.