Phoenix Maplewood Opened the door,

She always was alert. The feeling of someone watching her never seemed to leave, even when she was born, her fur always prickled with shivers following her back. She constantly moved, but even in pitch lonliness, Quest always felt like someone, was always watching. She was keen when one was actually watching, and so she turned, and looked at the at the sunflower man, with her own rosen yellowed eyes.

There was silence, but the coywolf gave a short nod of 'hello.'