Willow had just become part of the pack. Now what? What was she suppose to do? She didn't want to upset anyone already. So Willow crossed the border line and laid down about 50 feet out in the damp grass. Slowly, Willow changed into her werewolf form. As her paws extended into fingers, and her legs grew in size, Willow was finally in her most comfortable form. Sighing, Willow plopped down Indian-syle. Looking up at the sky, Willow started to smile. She was welcome somewhere. She was worth someone's time. It felt great. Finally, Willow laid down, and curled up to fall sleep in the darkness.
Willow looked up at the black sky, sprinkled haphazardly with stars. The sound of footfall attracted Willow's attention, but at the sight of a pup, she thought nothing of it. As the pup trotted over, Willow ignored her, by the scent. The sky painted in the image of Willow's mind was multiple colors, compared to the black and white reality. Smiling at the thought, Willow painted it with color after color, each one more bold, and crazy.
As the pup girl nudged her, she seemed a little impatient, and udderly bossy. As the wolf pup said "Avarice, you?" Willow desperately tried to understand what the young wolf meant. As far as she could tell, "Avarice" was not a word of the English language. Then again, maybe the pup didn't speak English; only a small bit. So what language was it?
Finally, Willow came to the conclusion that... she had no idea what the pup was talking about!
"Umm... sorry. I don't understand. What does 'avarice' means?"