.aleu.

.silent, wary, the soft pad of a lupine can be heard in the foliage. it was the ivory lupine aleu, moving as smoothly and quickly as possible on three legs. her third was held above the ground slightly, and her usually pristine hide was the color of dried blood, which marred it. in her flank was lodged a bullet, but luckily it had missed her major muscles. yet it hurt like the dickens, and she knew she needed help. yet she despised humans, so as weary as she was, the wench stayed back from the house for a while, watching through narrowed eyes the goings-on. finally she emerged from the brush, muscles taut, and she stood as well as she could, waiting for the lady, ready to leap back into the brush should anything be dangerous here...

Spark

The little spaniel had been let outside for a while to excercise when he spotted the ghostly wolvin. Instantly he froze in his tracks and pulled his ears back, "Uh d-do you need s-some help?" he questioned timidly, fervently wishing that the lady or Starlit were near at hand, but they weren't at the moment.