lost

Paws pad silently in the dark night. Clear eyes gather the moobn light. White frosted tips looked like snow. Black hide blended with the shadows. Fett stopped right outside the border. She wished to talk with black magic and yanto no one else. So she would not submit until then, and by wolf law did not have to because she was in noe ones terra yet/Tail arched over her back as she lowered her form to the ground. Waiting, barley visable.