Watching You b.u.r.n.

[Whinifred]

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Whinnie lay by a tree licking her paw. It wasn't injured, just pure bordum drove her to do this action. Sighing her blue eye and half green eye looked up over the terrain. She didn't like not having a job. With out her job she felt useless and became bored all the time. Fred had yet to run across Lysander again, and Monsieur Jefferson was probably p.o.ed at her for snapping at him with a rude comment. Whinifred didn't want to take it back. The comment had been what she felt, and the french women always said what she felt.

Getting up from the wet ground she shook her coat romoving the light dew of water. Her strawberry blonde fur was still thick from winter, and would take some time to thin out.Whinifred paused when she heard a yelp, and her ears perked on her head. The short stocky she wolf didn't second guess herself as she moved towards where the sound had come from. Trotting along the land Whinifred kept going until the other came into her sight.

The wolf she spotted was older then her and a grey she wolf. Stopping before the other women Fred smile was a small but welcoming one. "Bonjour Madame" Fred said politley. She didn't feel inferior to others because of her lack of height, but she hoped the other didn't think of her as a joke. "You have come to join this pack?" Whinnie asked curiosly, her french accent thick like it always was. She was sure either Monsieur DaVinci would show, or Monsieur Jefferson. Whinnie hoped like hell it wasn't Monsieur Jefferson.

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