She sighed about Scoff. She looked at the ground hard. Her eyes darted from one piece of grass to the other, but then met her gaze back up into the distance. She gasped, and began again.

"He really wasn't himself. The owners killed the only known him when they abused him, and now they just brought out a pure monster in him. There was no mercy from him. He didn't get a chance to escape the terrors that the abusers had dealt to him... The only way to escape, was to lose himself. And, he did lose himself. He wasn't in control anymore, and the only way to fight against it was to do the same thing that the abusers did to you... Fight.

He turned into what he promised himself he never would become. In a way, runts always have to make that choice... Be yourself, or lose yourself. That's all it comes down to.

Now, let me tell you what Scoff looked like.... Scoff was short, but taller than me. He was just below the average, you could say.

Let me go back to what I said before: He does look like an arctic fox. His entire body was pure white, except for little markings. His paws were big... Just like a wolf's paws. His tail was short, but fluffy. His ears always perked up straight, and at the tips there are light grey markings.

Now, the tough of fur that sticks up near the head was all kinds of shades of grey. Dark grey, light grey, medium grey? It didn't matter, just all the grey variations.

When you moved down to his eyes, his eyes were of a wolf's. His eyes were white, but shaded enough so you could see the pupil... Speaking of the pupil, the shape of the pupil was basically a slit."