a very merry twisted Valentine!

@Atreyu

Spectra was sick and tired to see much more snow; her rebellious mind began to hate the winter. Not only was it freezing-your-butt-off-cold, at the same time the world was painted in a dull, almost black and white picture. Prey was hard to come by and she couldn't wait until spring would arrive, save for her honorable dislike of everything newborn. Today the Iota felt like a lazy bum, not wanting to do much of anything let alone be a worthy asset to the pack and be productive.

Instead the midnight-painted wolf was drawn to plants with a strange sort of scent, something she hadn't smelled before. It smelled rather nasty, like a combination of rotten eggs and decaying corps. While the wise stayed away, the stupid obviously edged closer with an edge of curiosity and stupidity in once. "What is this shit?" The loud yearling said rebellious, even if there was nobody in the vicinity who probably heard her. Paws suddenly began to dig at the root of the plant, she wanted more of this disgusting horribleness. Though, what she didn't realize yet was that it slowly began to affect her senses and ability to think straight.