03-10-2008, 09:24 PM
She was sick of not seeing her childern, her mates her lovers. The snow colored lady took her paws upon the lands for the first time in two three years. The lady sniffed the air, was there any one around that she knew, that knew her. She swore if it was a male other then the few that she trusted she was going to flipp out. Flip out and well she wasn't sure what she would do, but she wouldn't be happy. The white healer clutched her bag, as she looked around. Good God things have changed.