Walkin' around singing the blues in bright red Jimmy Choos

She slurped greedily, allowing her ears to keep tabs for her, but they lacked the reliability of sight. A monster was coming for her, but was so silent she took no notice of it in the distance. It was an obvious black-and-tan figure that was impossible to miss by sight, but Saena was relying on a sense she foolishly thought to transcend sight, and it was failing her now.

By the time she lifted her snout and caught the sound of drumming paws, Warthog was close. Saena's head turned sharply to witness the rottweiler bearing down on her... and her hackles went rigid with fear and alarum. Never had she seen a dog, so she was left to assume it was a wolf, but a most disfigured one. Even its markings were abnormal, the way its ears fell over its cheeks unusual, and the marks upon its hide most concerning.

Although usually one to reach out to such a sorry creature, Saena was petrified. She could almost hear the seething drool as the dog drew closer, and then Warthog was upon her. Saena's eyes squeezed shut and then she threw herself fearfully to the side, dodging by automatic impulse rather than any inherent ability to fight. This creature was unnatural and mad, and everything about it screamed for her to get away, but for the moment she was, again, paralyzed.