Nightmares

Token giggled silently when he realized the two hadn't seen him yet. Back up into the tree he went, and over a few so that he was on the path infront of them. Silently, he lept down, sitting crouched on the path. Token cocked his head to the side, canine ears perked to catch every sound around him. He only had the faintest grasp of what they were saying. Silently, he wagged his tail, grinning, and dog-like, wished they'd see him.

"I was just walking around... What is that?" he said in puzzlement, not too loud but louder than normal, as he saw a creature croching in the path.

Token was about to attempt to communicate with these human creatures on the path when a scent like blood reached his nose. He stood up, sniffing the wind carefully, ears twitching independantly of themselves to catch even the smallest sounds of the forests. He'd never smelt something like that... Like blood and human and immorality.

Token shook like a dog would shake to rid water off its fur. What ever it was, it left. Turning his attention back to the humans, he crouched down again, sitting on the path and wagging his tail, grinning.

"Token!" He said, pointing to himself, an innocent smile on his face.

Isabelle knew they weren't alone. "He's cute." Isabelle said, She was glad she was right, she knew someone else was there too. Isabelle began to wonder where he came from, did he go to the school too?

"Well, nice to meet you token. I'm Arek" he said a little confused about what to say.

"I'm Izzy." She said with a smile, well she knew this would have probably never happened at home. There was so many different people at this school. That wasn't a bad thing, Michelle liked meeting other people.

Token frowned and cocked his head to the side, confused by all the words the male had used. Carefully, he pointed to himself, and said, very clearly, "Token." Then, he pointed at Arek. "Arek?" He asked, as if trying to make sure he'd understood. He knew I'm ment the person who was talking was taking about himself, but he didn't know why he was talking about 'well's, did he need underground water? He didn't know what 'nice to meet you' ment, either.

"Yes Arek." he leaned over to Isabelle, "I don't think he can talk very well.' he whispered in her ear.

The boy-dog or whatever he was, must have not really understood him. She wondered if he spoke another language or something. "Yeah...." Isabelle said back, she suddenly felt the urge to help him. "What should we do?" she asked.