12-14-2020, 10:51 PM
Oh, if there was ever a place fitting for the mix. Malamute and Pitbull. Auroris hastily stepped over a root, wincing at the noises of the forest. Beautiful as it was, it was far too noisy for her. Frosty breath billowed from her maw as she continued on. The imprint of a muzzle still parting the fur on her cheeks. It felt so good to be without the muzzle that kept her from eating and doing basic things.
She halted, sniffing the air. Dogs. Fur bristled and an involuntary snarl ripped from her, purely of fear. Would she have to fight? Flee? Submit?
She halted, sniffing the air. Dogs. Fur bristled and an involuntary snarl ripped from her, purely of fear. Would she have to fight? Flee? Submit?
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗