The one standing beside Jared was midnight black with all white paws. The one that stood beside me was snow white with all black paws. They both look like they were wearing socks. We both giggled looking at their feet. "That is so cute. The feet seem to take away from the intense appearance, just a bit." I cooed. They both gave an airy gruff at that. The white wolf even bopped me in the head with her left front paw, like a 'how's that for cute'. I dipped my head a bit in response, rubbed it and then said, "Still too cute." That got a growl from the white wolf. "Do they have names? I know for most werewolves, their wolf is a part of them, but a seperate entity with its' own identity too." That is correct Jared. As for their names, I will let them tell you. My wolf was the first to speak. Ju
