04-26-2010, 06:17 PM
Flayra tried to social with the other wolves herself, but with the war, it was difficult, even before the war. She wouldn't take chances in case that the wolf, or coyote, was dangerous. So, she concentrated more with the wolves in the pack. Nothing happened. She just spent those days on the piano, playing a melody after another, unable to compose of her own. She was gonna try some composing, to see how she goes.
She looked at the sketchbook, some of the pages had some drawings on them. The girl came to draw. What would she be drawing? "Drawing? Sounds interesting. What would you be drawing in particular?" There were many things she could draw if she wanted to. A whole forest. The Valley of flowers. The birds in a nest. An endless list of nature to be copied on a piece of paper.
She looked at the sketchbook, some of the pages had some drawings on them. The girl came to draw. What would she be drawing? "Drawing? Sounds interesting. What would you be drawing in particular?" There were many things she could draw if she wanted to. A whole forest. The Valley of flowers. The birds in a nest. An endless list of nature to be copied on a piece of paper.