Rose was stopped 50 yards away from a certain house hiding behind a clump of bushes. She gazed ahead, her emotions a mixture of curiosity and fear. Up on the front porch of the house, an adult human, a female by the looks of it, was communicating rapidly with a male of her species who was dressed entirely in a dark blue...pelt... Clothing! That was the word.
...So... she thought with a wry grin to herself, Those are humans. Here I was wishing I could know what it would be like to see them up close, and here I am, seeing them. Actually seeing them. This is not right. Not right at all. And yet...
"It's so fascinating."
Letting out a startled gasp, Rose's head snapped to the left, where she heard the voice. Standing beside her was a moon-white wolf about half the size of Silence, which was still large for a wolf. The newcomer was a female, a young adult. Her back, from the middle of her shoulder blades to the start of her haunches, was midnight black. The newcomer looked at her, grinning innocently.
The thing that unnerved Rose the most about the newcomer, besides the fact that she had practically appeared out of nowhere, were her eyes. Those eyes were blank. No, not of emotion. Somehow, they still held that. But these eyes were blank. Literally blank. No irises. No pupils. Her eyes were only two clear areas of white.
"...What? Do I have something on my face?" the white she-wolf asked in mocked innocence.
Rose stared a moment longer before smirking wryly at the she-wolf.
"...You just couldn't stand thought of only being able to plague my thoughts, didn't you?" Rose asked with a harsh edge to her tone, "You just had to take over my vision too, huh?"
Lupa blinked in surprise before grinning cheerfully at the much, much younger she-wolf. "Well, how else was I supposed to make you see me, silly?" she asked, mimicking Rose's signature smile and speech patterns.