somewhere out there

Crescendo laughed chillingly. "If I where a dog, I certainly wouldn't call a meeting with a huge wolf ' a good thing'" he smirked. The dark prince had never been called 'good chap', and the name didn't quite fit with the others. Nightmare, Silver-eyes, Good chap...no, it just didn't fit. Crescendo circled the fae slowly, never taking his eyes of it. "How did a dog end up in the land of the wolves?" he asked her, a hint of real curiosity entering his voice.