Much Ado About Nothing ||DoC BWP

Verse smiled, watching her breath float up in the thin air. It had warmed up, but it was still just cold enough for breaths to be seen and float up into the sky like tiny clouds. Most of the snow had melted leaving her with the feeling of her paws brushing against dead and frozen grass.
She kept breathing through her mouth, though the main reason wasn't the wistful clouds, breathing the cold air in through her nose stung. The smell of frozen air was always one of Verse's least favorite things about winter.

She stopped when she felt like something was watching her. She looked around her general area. Nothing. Verse furrowed her brow, maybe it was a bird or hare. She shook it off and kept walking.
Verse wasn't exactly sure where she was going. She had explored the town to her liking, and now she was ready to explore other places. Cardigan had advised Verse to stay away from the Junkyard and out of the woods. She was fine with avoiding the Junkyard, it sounded downright repulsive.

Though she'd be lying if she said the same about the forest. She was technically listening to Cardigan's advice. Verse wasn't in the woods, she was merely beside it. Though her reason was rather against what Cardigan advised, she was there listening for 'Wild Dogs.'

If there really were 'wild' dogs, she was probably better off skirting around the Junkyard. But why judge them? The dogs of Canidale never met them, for all everyone else knew they could be the most friendly, but skittish, dogs around!

The idea that she might just be wrong skirted around the back of Verse's head, sometimes it would bounce into her main focus, but she'd push it away.
The idea became more persistent. "Oh, here I am a little hypocrite!" she berated herself. "I'm sure they're harmless! I bet they don't even ex-" -crtch- "ISSST!"
The sound of a snapping stick scent Verse vaulting away from the tree line.

Verse stared at the tree line breathing slow, heavy breaths. She took a step forward. "Hello?" No answer came, but she flinched backward at the thought that a wolf would come drifting out of the bushes. For a slight second a looming black wolfish whisp did sink out of the bushes. As Verse's hurt sunk to her stomach, it disappeared.
Her head was getting the best of her. She needed to move on. Like last time it was probably a hare, maybe a squirrel.

A squirrel wouldn't be strong enough to break a stick. It could be a fat squirrel. In the winter? People like feeding squirrels.
She fought with herself as she kept walking.

The next second, Verse found herself flying home. She could hear howling.
They do exist. They're going to find me. They're going to hurt me! Verse was panicked the whole way back to her house. She quickly crawled under the gate of her backyard she could hear the howling getting closer.
She scratched frantically at the door, and once Taylor opened it, she fell behind him.
She shook behind him, tail pasted between her legs.
"Oh come on Verse!" Taylor laughed as he picked her up. "Surely you aren't scared of some coyotes." He snuggled into her ears as he carried her to the living room.

Good grief!