A wolf with a golden pelt and feathery wings flew high above the river. Her name is Sylvie. She had been abandoned by her pack because of her wings. From then on, she had to fend for herself. All other animals fled from her.
Just then she dived, and scooped up a fish.

A great, amazing petalled wolf walked into the opening, she eyed the one called Sylvie. She walked over to the moonlight, letting the petals from her float around herself. Her petals looking a silvery-red in the glorious moonlit area, "Hello there.."She said letting her rose thorns into the ground. She had beady eyes but was clever and witty, she could out-smart anyone in her way. She could sense when people were around, and she knew this wolf might have some fear, because everyone had ran away from Black Rose..Which Black Rose was her name, And she knew this one will probably be surprised to see Black Rose.

(Merp...Apparently I'm one of the Amazing Roleplayers here, I'm not boasting XD)

Griffin sees from afar the beautiful wolves roaming here. Griffin looks on hopefully, knowing that they too are different and outcast. He walks over to the one with beautiful wings. Hello there. I am a werewolf, and I sympathise with you. My name is Griffin. What is yours?
He sits on his haunches and cocks his head, waiting for an answer.

She looked at Griffin, just studying for a minute. She turned her head, now studying a beautiful silvery rose. She got up, and elegantly walked over she sat, on her haunches and sniffed it. It smelled so wonderful, she lied down next to it.

(Rushing XD)

Are you sure you want to know? I have nearly everyone run from me just because I can turn into a Dr-*sudden cough* A cheetah. Yes. She was protecting her secret form, because her breed was the only kind left and there was no male to mate with that would make her breed live onward, she looked at Griffin waiting for a slight answer.