All wolves were different, none two were alike, but many had one, vital attribute in common. Answer honestly, would you act differently if you knew you were being watched? Many would say yes, for their private moments were vulnerable or strange, and to have another infringe on that would be “embarrassing”.
Amaya did not function the way that most wolves did.
Continuing to butt-scoot down the petal laden path, she was enjoying the scenery just as much as she was enjoying the feel of a pesky itch being scratched. The wind was gentle, breezing past with the softness of a single breath, but it carried a scent. The gremlin froze mid-scoot, her body stiff as stone with her hind legs pointed up and forelegs stretched forward to drag the dead weight. Her next movement was sudden—and frighteningly unnatural—a jerk of her head upwards, until her neck bent it behind her back. With the gremlin’s head now upside down, she watched the stranger behind her.
How long had he been there?
The bone-reader realigned her head forward and then promptly butt-scooted in a u-turn to approach the other within the vicinity. Drool oozed from her sealed lips and her body trembled as if she was freezing, but it was that wide, entirely empty stare that would give many the heebeegeebees.
Without warning she shrieked in his face.



