Ring Around the Rosey....

Jax was watching a mob of angry nine year olds screaming at someone because they declined their best friend's trade. He was focusing very hard on this one girl who was claiming that she was "rolling around on the floor, crying and shivering" "Gross" thought Jax. He shifted his gaze over to the girl next to the rolling girl. She seeming to be somewhat rare. She was wearing a blue long, a leap year worn, diamond skullies, and a rare headfeather. Jax assumed she was trying to show off her rares. Jax looked away. For a second, he thought he saw a creepy looking wolf saying "Ring around the rosey..." but when he blinked, she was gone. Later that night, Jax told his older brother about the wolf. "Wassamater, Jax, you scaaaarrred?" The 14 year old arctic wolf teased. "No" said Jax. "Just confused." "Scared" mumbled Jax's older brother. "Screw you" said Jax, as he punched his older brother in the arm. WIP