Snippet #1860150

Aura hurried across the street to get the paper. If she looked rush, people could pass it by as if she was in such a hurry, or even to lazy to put on a coat. Aura had a deep hatred of the cold. If she had any one worst enemy, she would personify the cold and consider it just that. She set the change on the stand, and grabbed the paper.

She rushed back to the Dancing Jackal, but took the back way because of the abundance of people that seemed to be on the streets so early in the morning. She caught a whiff of yuck-garbage. But what was that smell, lying underneath the stench? It smelled almost like a wolf. She stopped in her tracks. Took in a large breath through her nose, and she was almost positive the smell was there.

She took a few steps back, then turned to go to through the front door. She kept a cool and calm expression on her face. Even nodded a smile in the direction of a few young kids playing. Once she was in side, she yelped for help silently. She ran over to Gidon's room, knocked quickly on the door and asked him to come out, then she paced back to Elliot, and waited until she had both of their attention.

How would she present her suspicions? In all likely hood, they would tell her that it was wrong to assume because you make an a** out of you and me, or curiosity killed the wolf. She would have to be ready to defend her case, in a satisfaction brought 'em back. But she knew, if curiosity killed the wolf, not even satisfaction would bring him back. She pushed her lips together, and stood waiting to sell her case. Hopefully, they would all just go check things out.