Phoenix Maplewood what words can never be denied?

A JAC THREAD?! *screams in absolute delight*

she watches from high above as a silhouette moves like oilspill across the dark landscape.

wind tells her this is wolf: her jaw closes as the figure shakes out its fur and looks skyward.

opportunistic as moro was, she was a survivor foremost - there was no need to risk life or limb hunting another predator tonight.

still, mercurial interest roused within her as she carefully picks off from the stones and begins moving towards the she-wolf.