[center][h3][color=335566]Анна[/color][/h3]

Her grey eyes stared right back at his. A slight sparkle of their original green glowing from them. Her movement stopped as he growled a paniced squeak leaked as she scutted away from him quickly. 

Her head lift from blunder a different table to see him tearing apart the weird hay creature who had collapsed near her first hiding place. Simple she recrawled towards him. Observing his every action. Siting at a safe distance her hands rested on callsed feet. 

She easily noticed the blood that patchily covered its brilliant white fur. Easily he had torn apart the for and layed down soon after. She willingly moved closer towards him. 

Close enough for soft fingers to uncurl and run on its head. Her own head tilted and glistening and curious eyes staring back down at the wolf. [/center]
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