Gather 'round pups and kits. Oh yes, even you chicks may light down onto the surrounding trees to hear my tale. Ah yes, maybe you'll take something from my words of wisdom.

Where to start, where to start...ah.

See now, young 'uns, though hardly believable, I was once your age, your size even. I had your innocience and free spirit. Though I could never see, I knew I was different from the other puppies around. I was unaware of the silky pink color of my fur, but I knew it was different, nonetheless. I knew I wasn't a normal wolf. Instinct, you may call it. I was a little clumsy at first, but I eventually found wolves who I thought cared enough to be my friends. I was about adoselent age then. Dire wolves, I believe they were. They treated me like a godddess. I remember helping to bring other lesser breeds of timber wolves to my "friends." Apparently, as I found out later, I am a Mystic Wolf--a quite alluring breed of canine. (TBC tomorrow).

Ahhh I can imagine her voice c:

Re: Thank you. And my mum (she's like the pro on arm and shoulder problems due to personal experience) says I have to keep moving my arm, else it'll take longer to heal. Joy. I need pain in order to heal.

Re: Well pewp