Hi hi!
The yowl of a coyote-hybrid drew Vesper’s ears up, and she launched herself from the cluster of snow she’d been rolling in to clean her pelt. Lightning seemed to pulse through her wiry body as she sprinted on all fours through trees, but she wasn’t sure where the fear had come from. This was a coyote, not a wolf, and the voice was a familiar one. Perhaps she was still afraid of what had transpired at the borders, afraid of what she might find—someone in need of help or dying rather than a simple call.
The scent of blood, fresh or no, only increased the Optio’s worry. She did not pretend to love most of her comrades, but she was fiercely protective of her clan and definitely fond of quite a few members. If any of them were in danger, she’d fight tooth and claw with the threat until it was eliminated or she was dead. Her days of running selfishly away from it all were over.
She skidded to a halt when she saw the gingery frame of one of the Discens—Alma, the woman she’d whittled with what seemed like ages ago. She was cradling an arm, and there was a familiar reek on her fur, her wounds. Vesper flattened her ears and growled.
“Who did this to you?” the scarred coywolf demanded, as if she really needed to ask.
<style type="text/css">
.vespstalk b {font-weight:bold; color:#ab4a19; letter-spacing:1px;}
.vespstalk t {font-style:italic; color:#ab4a19; letter-spacing:1px;}
.vespstalk .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:5px 10px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.vespstalk p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.vespstalk {margin:0px auto; width:475px; background-color:#f1f3f2; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/6fnz0w.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 200px 0px; font-family: garamond, sans-serif; font-size:15px; color:#7d7e7d; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/html]