One Year Surprise
Razor stopped the bike in front the familiar brick fronted townhouse. The arctic white vixen was sitting on the stairs in front of the door. He took the helmet off his head and looked over at Sarah with a smile. They had been going out for a year...
TP 12/2/10: Migration-Not There Yet
Thursday Prompt-Migration Reian Not There Yet The old wolfess with the color of pepper in her hair, a striking contrast to the red, black and white fur that covered the rest of her body, tapped her finger on the table. It has only been a...