Chelsea.
I don't believe my eyes.
That gorgeous she-wolf was Chelsea!?!?
She was holding her cheek and it looked like it was bleeding.
crap, my claws must have been out when I slapped her...
I decided that it was time to show myself. Its a crazy thing to do but I feel like a have to.
Slowly, I crawl out from under the bush and stand up straight.
I hear a frightened gasp coming from Chelsea, and I turn to see her staring at me. Her hand (that isn't holding her cheek) has claws where there should be human nails.
"oh.. its just another little wolf..." she said shakily.
I rolled my eyes. I hate it when people call me little. I may be short as a human but I'm a normal sized wolf . Jeez.
I finally decided to walk away, and go to me and Avada's secret place.
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I arrive at a clearing in the woods in my backyard. The leaves crisscrossed in the air and filtered the sunlight, which made a dazzling pattern on the dirt below. Avada had decorated the branches with spakly dark colored ribbons and wind chimes.
We collected old tires and car parts from the junkyard a few blocks down the road, and used the nearby pond to wash off any unwanted grit.
Now we have tire chairs and sofas, and a small table made of part of a car door, sitting on a pole we found.
Looking around, i remenber all the good times we had. The imaginary adventures of getting lost in the jungle and having to survive for weeks (which was actually only like 30 minutes), and using sticks as swords and pretending to be pirates.
But that was all years ago, when we were just kids.
