Hideaway Strath screaming at the top of your lungs

Her white blues looked upon him with an incredulous look, “Really?” she inquired. Remembering their first interaction this close she smelled him clearly she had a very keen nose for scent.

She lowered her front end and grinned at him then stood back up. Water still dripped from her pelt and she shook one more time. “You can tell me if something is up” She sat down and scratched her ear with a hind paw. “I promise not to say anything to anyone”

She didn’t have many friends and she was hoping to make one or two this season at least friends whom didn’t want to jump her to that she didn’t want to jump. She had distanced herself from Arlette the only other wolf she had had a friendly conversation with, since the white femme’s pelt had pulled her into Whrist’s nightmares lately. That Nyra yet another white pelted femme was in her dreams for an entirely different reason bothered her and yet didn’t bother her, she was so confused…