Fury prt. 3

"So there are none like her? Anywhere she's the only one like that?" Lola asked trying to get every bit of information from the wizard as possible.

"Oh yes, yes only one not a fox, not even a cheetah but a wolf! Only one like that yes yes." The wizard said smiling.

"Well what does she look like?" Lola gasped.

"Black hair and royal blue eyes she's tall and has ivory skin, plus she can change into a white wolf!" The wizard exclaimed happily.

"What do they call them?" Lola responded.

"They call them....."

"I'm fine!!" Celia shouted as Alphonse carried her on the uneven ground.

"You just broke your leg! How are you OK?" Alphonse asked.

"Your leg would heal in about a week or two my leg on the other hand will heal in about two days!" Celia stated as she tried to get out of Alphonse's grasp. Alphonse snorted and continued to carry her even though she tried to bite and scratch him multiple times.

"I think I'd rather have Fury out here than you!" Alphonse complained.

"That can be arranged." Celia stated.

"Good!" Alphonse shouted.

"But just to warn you... she'll be worse than me!" Celia smiled.

"No then never mind!" Alphonse shouted hastily.

Celia giggled and patted Alphonse on the head. "Your better behaved than she is anyway." Alphonse complimented.

"How do you figure?" Celia questioned with a puzzled look on her face as she pointed to a near by stream they could rest at. Alphonse gently carried her over and sat her down at the waters edge.