.Color.Me.[Bleu].

Nails clipped against the dusty floor, large paws made plots in the dirt. Pillars carried the young cattle dog hesitantly into the Old Inn, her muscles tight to flee in a given moment. She had heard rumors- rumors about a pack that dwelled here. She had no attempt into wanting to control any part of it- no. She wanted a home- a home that wasn't actually the Junkyard. She had to admit- this place did smell a good bit better. Deep obsidian optics glanced against the floor, studying the moldy chair- that seemed to be liable to snap in a given moment. The ceiling was worn- and she understood why the humans that had lived here abandoned it. Still- you can't have everything being a warm bed in the barn. So- this place seemed good. The only thing that bothered her was the dominant scent of the alpha plaguing the air. It made the hair down her spine rise up, and sent adrenaline circulating threw her body in such mass. The only thing was- she hadn't seen the alpha. It would do no good to sit here in silence; he would never hear her, thus never come. Though- slight fear clung to her throat, and she was unsure of talking out into the gloomy Inn.

"Hello? Anybody- uh...here?" She questioned hesitantly, crouching in slight fear as her voice echoed with a melancholy groan threw the deserted Inn. She longed- yet tormented when the alpha's voice would break the silence with a strong air. There were downsides to be alone half your life, and this was one of them. Lifting her crown, she glanced slowly around the room, expecting to see a formidable dog suddenly crouched over her with his fangs around her neck- yet no one came and she soon questioned the rumors of a powerful pack of dogs. "Maybe it was all a lie..." She murmured lightly to herself, turning her crown to gaze back out the open door and into the brightness of the day. Maybe that old, scrawny dog had lied. "What a waste of my time." She snorted disgustingly, and sneered as she looked around the mangy Inn.

.In.The.[Dead].Of.Night.