SnowyFenrir

     "Well, if you could accuse anyfur of being evil, it would be him." The words of my late partner, Anna, rang from where they had been chiseled into my mind. They continued to echo threw out my skull as I proceeded to kneel next to her limp body, trying to stay out of the pooling crimson encircling her. A pretty cougar face with blonde locks cresting it's top. Peacefully her eyes appear as if they are gazing up into the rafters of the dark storage house. No light left in them, only the dark uncontracting slit pupils. With one of my claws I brush a lock of hair away from her face. Then using the pads of my fingers I close my dear friend eye