Phoenix Maplewood Cowboys and Angels

Amalia opened her mouth and what she wanted to say and what she did say were vastly different. She sighed, it was what it was. If nothing else could be said of her, she was honest to a fault at times. That could both be a blessing and a curse. Though usually she had more tact.

Amalia had always carried a lot, preferred to take the burden from others, so that they did not have ot carry such things around with them. There was a self-sacrificing wolf deep inside and it was always bleeding heart. She would never lose her faith that good things would happen, at least she hoped not, but she did often wonder. If the burden of others, with the constant hope to keep them happy would be her undoing.


Amalia met his eyes with her expressive green ones. I don't want it to be fair. I want it to balance.

Then she brushed her tail along his flank, and across his nose and leapt forward. Large paws tearing up the ground as she ran, egging him on to run faster. To catch. To chase. To play.