Here’s the design: http://www.tejamovies.com/wp-content/uploa...2.jpg
She stopped walking when heard footsteps near her and saw a tall wolf approach her. His fur was dyed all sorts of colors with symbols here and there. Either he was some sort of tribal warrior, or a crazy artist—hopefully the latter. His question seemed to imply that he was a member of Cercatori D’Arte, but Pixie couldn’t be sure.
“I’m Pixie Frost,” she said, craning her neck to look at the man eye-to-eye. “I’m friends with Skye Collins, one of the leaders here. I was hoping to visit her and perhaps meet other members of her pack.” She showed no fear of the male that was nearly three feet taller than her; he didn’t seem aggressive in the slightest, merely as curious to know who she was as she was curious to know who he was. Being short for a Luperci her whole life, she was used to nearly everyone around her towering over her. Mainly, she was too focused on finding Skye or a tattoo artist to even think about how tall this stranger was.
Turning around slightly, she reached into her satchel tied around Magic’s neck and pulled out a scrap of folded paper. The blue-gray fae unfolded it and showed the design she had drawn on it. “I’m also looking for a tattoo artist who can give me this design. Do you know if there are any in the pack?”
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