Chael
Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing?
Chael's white ear flicked back slightly, her head turning as she scented the wind, which made its way through the tree's, causing the forest giants to sway lightly in the breeze, but this was not what caught her attention. The females curousity got the best of her and she stood, moving into the breeze, following the scent of another. Her curiousity tended to get her in trouble, but she had to know, and that was her nature. Let trouble come as it would, she would be waiting with maw agape and teeth bared. She picked up speed and paused when she neared, the stentch of the brute filled her nostrils and she crouched slightly, slipping into some nearby bushes, watching quietly as he began to doze. She hated to disturb his sleep, but she crept forward slowly, tail straight out behind her and eyes intent. Of course she didn't know what she was getting herself into. He could attack. He could kill her. Over power her, but these thoughts were just whispers in her ears, and ignored by the blue eyed Femme.