Ginger Winters
Adult Werewolf
Age: 18 Volunteer
...I wanna touch the earth, I wanna break it in my hands, I wanna grow something wild and unruly...
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Post by Ginger Winters on Dec 14, 2010 22:54:01 GMT -7
Ginger Winters pushed open the shelters back door, shaking out her hair and unclipping the leash from the dogs collar. "There you are Muffin - Come on girl, home time." With two fingers she pointed the old German shepherd towards her kennel. The dog obeyed and made for her food.
Ginger slipped a treat inside and smiled. It saddened her that the old dog was still in the shelter, having been there for six years - or so she'd been told. Even after the open adoption event that had just ended, Muffin still hadn't been chosen. If she had a stable home, god knows she would've adopted her faster then she could blink. She loved dogs, always had. Even before she became a run away werewolf.
"Ginger - There you are. Jason says you are free to go home." a tall girl with rich crimson eyes said with a smile. Ginger nodded and went to collect her bag. Making her way to the front of the shelter, Ginger looked over her shoulder at the clock. 7:45pm.
It was getting late and she didn't feel comfortable being around so many people so late at night, so close to the full moon. Picking up her pace, Ginger forgot to watch were she was going and ran into someone.
"I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
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