guns for hands

The elders she knew were just a sparkle of dust from a time long gone. They didn't live in the modern times where she grew up, and as such, new customs and crazy words were frowned upon and definitely unwelcome. It was probably the clash of generations.

Aesop however was more of a fun guy, regardless of age; even though she didn't think he was that old. Yes, he was entirely white, a common trait for elderly wolves, but his hairs didn't show signs of old age yet; like the sudden appearance of silvery hairs around the chin-area. Strangely, when he spoke of a home, that idea certainly appealed to her.

"Sounds awesome!" And without striking up another conversation, Spectra began to fiercely and energetically dig at his side. Honestly she had no idea what kind of situation she had literally dug herself into this time, but the thought of a home; for Aesop that is -- was something she was willingly to help with. She had no thoughts about her own roots just yet.