DedanDedan peered of his office in the dull land of Alma. He growled, hearing the bustling spectres move to and fro. He memorized the sneering sounds of them that mingled with the pathetic lowlifes, which were of course the Elsens. But this sound was different. It had a proud sway to it and a silent swish. He could hear a purr as it moved about. Was it the cat that his fearful subjects rambled on about? The figure moved closely and it was clearly not a cat. The grey fur stood out against the ground it walked upon and it's ear were silk and covered in the animal's hair. The creature wore a smile, not a snide one, but a friendly one as it walked about on fours. Dedan looked puzzled as he readied himself to fight. The animal paused as it came to see Dedan. Its eyes sparkled in admiration and its tail wagged eagerly. Dedan casted a curious glance on the being as it followed its movement.
"Hi..." it began to speak. "I'm Wolfy... I just came from Zone 1. Who are you?" Dedan sneered as he began to talk in a metallic-like voice that seemed to shake the floor beneath their feet.
"You ain't got no business here if you don't know who I am. Go on now." He turned away and started to walk to his office when a brief tug was felt on his cloak.
"Waif! Awn't you Dedan, guawian of Zone 1?" The wolf inquired between clenched teeth.
"Yeah, now git your clampers off my cloak. I gotta preserve his 'cause Elsens can't tailor...nor can they do anything else." he spoke as the wolf let go, and he snatched the cloth away from her grasp. He headed back to his office once more, releasing his cloak from his hand. He felt the same tug and spun around sharply to see the wolf biting on his cloak once more.