11-11-2011, 01:59 PM
Smug little thing. Alma thought at Zana's smile. She had half a mind to find a reason to make her not-so-smug, but not yet.
Once inside, however, she had completely forgotten about her plans. "Nothing is wrong yet," Alma replied. To her second question, she answered, "Broken things. Signs of decay. Insects. Cracks in the wall." There was a moment of silence as she gave the mansion another glance. "It appears to be in remarkably good shape," she admitted, "but that doesn't mean it is not dangerous. It could be hiding something." She spoke as if the mansion were a person, capable of malevolence all on its own. Maybe it was. She definitely thought it was creepy.
The scent of other coyotes reminded her that someone else had been here before her. Why would they want to go inside an old, unstable building? Was there something important here? "What is here?" she asked the short female.
Once inside, however, she had completely forgotten about her plans. "Nothing is wrong yet," Alma replied. To her second question, she answered, "Broken things. Signs of decay. Insects. Cracks in the wall." There was a moment of silence as she gave the mansion another glance. "It appears to be in remarkably good shape," she admitted, "but that doesn't mean it is not dangerous. It could be hiding something." She spoke as if the mansion were a person, capable of malevolence all on its own. Maybe it was. She definitely thought it was creepy.
The scent of other coyotes reminded her that someone else had been here before her. Why would they want to go inside an old, unstable building? Was there something important here? "What is here?" she asked the short female.