Whitefish River Winter, wintery, winter

[size=medium]"in the land of gods and monsters,
I was an angel"[/size]

[size=small]Everytime the man opened his mouth, a more difficult riddle exited his lips. Through his thick accent and funny mannerisms it was not only impossible to understand him, but also to take him seriously. And while she had been victim of the latter (not being taken seriously) she felt no compassion or even sympathy for the overgrown puppy that was Fleetscut.

She had no times for puppies if they were not her own, she decided as she cast an uniterested glance to the horizon. "It's getting late for your journey then -- as well as for mine.." she barked, not bothering to give the man a last look before muttering a final goodbye, "See ya" she barked while waving her tail briefly and disappearing once more along the path she had initially come from.


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