His answer and the story behind it made her feel sad, though she wasn't sure why. These were wolves she had never met before, yet she was feeling as if they were family.. Perhaps it was simply that the story behind the disappearance of the pups mother truly was a sad thing. Spectre frowned, but before she could press for more answers, the black wolf had begun to run. She picked up her own pace and followed behind him, keeping up and finding that she rather enjoyed the act of running. Perhaps it was something she should take to for recreation.
Spectre knew that she was at a crossroads in her life, and had every intention of following it to the fullest,, but also keeping a paw int he past, hoping that she might find a clue as to her identity and history. But, she wondered as they ran. Did it really matter?
{Spectre Exit}
Sex: Female