Beware, the wolf talks.

Jade walks enthusiastically, sniffing from tree to tree. She is in, she is safe.
This woodland-as she calls it-is the perfect home for her. There's plenty of prey-scent and shelter. Hunting comes naturally to her, so starvation is not a big problem and streams are everywhere so she would never be dehydrated. Yes, she is safe here. No humans, no evil. All there is, is wonderful lively green. A warm feeling sweeps through Jade's core. This must be what happiness feels like. Happiness. She never thought feel that sentiment. A twig snaps. Jade tenses.
"Hey, mutt."
Jade spins around to find a muscular black-pelted wolf with grey fur licking at his sides like flames. "What did you just call me?" Jade hadn't spoken in a long time. The words feel strange on her tongue. "Well, you're not purebred, that's for sure." The wolf says. He is quit handsome, Jade admits to herself. And strong. "No. As a matter of fact, I'm a German Sheppard mix." She says, holding her head high. She must not look weak in front of him. "What's the other part?" he asks michiviuosly, tilting his head. 'Oh, like I know' Jade thinks. "I don't know." "Wow, you really know yourself." He's quite the pup. "Shut up, you don't know what I've been through!" Jade growls at him. She's starting to dislike this know-it-all wolf.