Haunted Wood I want my watches gold

The toasted wolf intrigued her. She loved her fur, the way the colors sifted through it like a soft ember. And her eyes were beautiful. Where Alison's were cold and judging, @Tzila 's were solid and spoke deep volumes. A sky could tell you a lot about a day, and Vanity was sure if those were the last eyes she'd see, it would be a bad day.

So she sought her out, looking for the blood-stained beauty. She didn't have to look too hard it seemed. The larger female didn't seem to be too busy, so Vanity approached with a soft chuff and lightfoot, just to make sure she wouldn't ruin a hunt; even though they'd conducted one soon before.