12-23-2008, 10:12 AM
Evening. Catherine was still heading to the white, unkown shape, with trembling legs. The wind blow in her direction, and she now could find more about that creature... female, young and a coyote. "Oh" - she breathed. Well, it wasn't a wolf, but at least it was a werewolf. The wind now came slower than before, and it brought another smell... female too, and it had sort of the same smell that the white coyote... It got her at surprise: she was so lucky because she never crossed with an stranger before, neither two stranger. The strange loner was a mix of black, silver and white, with big scars in her face. She didn't care; she had a little one in the ankles, in a shape of a bite, because of her battle with her murderer father. That memory caused a freezing chill beneath her skin, making her shiver lightly. A short, soprano howl filled the air, but it wasn't from the white coy. It was from the scarred wolf behind her. It started walking to the white coy. "A meeting of three stranger" - she thought.
Her stomach nearly roared, distracting her. Her hungry was giving her stomachaches, but she ignored. She needed to know whose were those two creature. She begun running to the scarred shewolf, just hoping she would not take it as a challenge...
Her stomach nearly roared, distracting her. Her hungry was giving her stomachaches, but she ignored. She needed to know whose were those two creature. She begun running to the scarred shewolf, just hoping she would not take it as a challenge...