Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

I could be dangerous too. She quips, askew head returning to an upright position. More dignified, not that she had much to begin with. She'd been giving it away for a long time. Urchin and far worse after that.

And what have I found? Not a fight, I hope... You wouldn't stand a chance... She grinned, leering in a bit. She liked this game.

Oh, but she was dangerous. Perhaps not in the traditional sense, but a risk all the same. Everything touched had claw marks in it.

..S'pose it does. I perfer when others are in the danger, though. Gives me somethin' to work away at when they come back.

Surgeons hands itched to be employed. One of life's little joys. One of the only joys, really. Most things were dreadfully boring.

His eye still intrigued her—it looked like her brothers, but this one was far less ugly and probably remarkably less stupid. Again she found her stare lingering. Perhaps... A secret for a secret? She perked tattered ears, and wrapped her crooked tail neatly around her paws.