by UncoordinatedPisces » August 4th, 2012, 3:33 pm
Mionie wondered what Loki had planned, but at the moment, the thought of spending any time with him, or these vicious looking pack mates seemed scary enough. Just then, a cold wind hit the group of wolves. It was nearing the night after all. Mionie shivered, she had shorter fur than most wolves, but a longer tail. However, that tail did nothing for her when it was being dragged along. It was handy to curl up into, but a menace to carry in the cold night.
She glanced behind her, looking at Loki,
"Um...er...how far are we from your...dens?". She was cold, and she hated the dark.