The leaves rustled, and a blue-eyed lady with giant butterfly wings slid from them. She was propelled by brown legs brindled with tan. She had matching brindling on her neck. The femme’s brown pelt was wet with dew.
Guinevere looked around through slitted eyes. ”Otherland, my a s s. Where the h e l l am I?” She seemed to notice her wings-she jumped and cussed. ”H e l l! By the ears on a cow! Since when am I a butterfly!? Butterflies aren’t scary! Not even a blood-sucking butterfly is!” She scowled at the appendages, beautiful silver, blue, and purplish-brown accented with orange, white and violet eyes, stripes and lines. The fem spat. ”Well now! I’m a godsblasted fairy butterfly! Am I even a wolf anymore?!” She twisted to examine her clearing. ”Hmph. Nice place, this Otherland. But it’s not the Otherland. The Otherland should be snowed over right now! H e l l . . . maybe Father was right and there are magic wolf-lands.” She barked a contemptuous laugh. ”Starfall, Graize, Olympus. Yeah, no. As if.” She journeyed to the west.
Guinevere scented pack borders. She decided to howl in-maybe somebody could tell her where she was. Her wings flustered with her anticipation. ”Godd a m n these ugly things!”



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