05-07-2011, 03:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-25-2011, 10:19 PM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
Jack cautiously peeked out from behind a punching bag, his box and its contents safely back in his backpack, except for the shield-shaped crystal, which he clenched tightly in a trembling paw. "Wh-who are you?" The cub asked, not trusting the old wolf at all. He was on guard and prepared to run, or if necessary, fight.
"I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!"