The Wolves Den

Chantilly walks gracefully through the doors of her den. Bringing her arms to her head, she releases her firery red hair. Shivering as her hair tickles her bare back, ending at her knees. Its dark and quiet, no one is home. Chantilly moves briskly towards her bedroom door, reaching for the handle, she stops. A sudden wind flows into the den, bringing with it a voice she never knew she'd hear again.
She turns towards the wind, and howls into the night. Chantilly whispers to herself; " could it be really him? " she pauses, and laughs. " it couldnt be him, they said he was dead. " A tear hits her cheek, as a tall wolfish figure opens the door to the den. Chantilly's jaw drops as she brings her self to her knees and bows down to her master.

((Wow, a chance to use this character! Sorry I hadn't seen this earlier!))

Dart ran through the forest, just enjoying the day. HE stopped, when he smelled at the ground an discovered that he had strayed much farther from his owner's home than intened. IT was odd, that he, a red wolf, and a diety, would be the fammiliar and pet of a demi-god. But whatever. He smelled the air. Deffinately a different pack... His curiosity overwhelmed him, he was heading strait for the den, and he stopped near it, observing someone going inside... A girl, followed by someone else who he could not discern what he was. He waited for a moment. They had shurely smelled him already, and deffinately knew he was there when he gave into the urge to kill a deer that was nearby, wich gave out a squeal as it died.