Look-See found herself waking up from her nightly slumber in time to see the horns of suspicion pointed at her.

“I find it difficult to contribute to the discussion for unnecessary lengths when my vision of sight or rather lackthereof is at a clear disadvantage, and it’s still very early in the game to determine voting patterns or uncover motives.” She stared pointedly at the blob of turquoise and white that smelled of dead, acidic bird.

Look-See was done recoiling with feelings of self-loathing and helplessness at her foolish decision to join the werewolf game- a game in which she was clearly not qualified. She was here now and could contribute as well as the others. While she did not know all of their names nor see them clearly, she knew their scent and had an intimate understanding of controlled chaos.

“These killings have for the most part been random or designed to sow discord. As for why I voted for you, I admit I got the names mixed up. I thought we were all voting for the same sun or fire kin.” Her cheeks flamed and she fell silent, still kicking the dead “weed” that was unbeknownst to her, Giveforward’s tail.

((It’s true, the names were similar enough during Sunday Funday at the Museum’s Faberge exhibit >_> . Don’t be surprised to see or hear on the news that Houston is in flames with three sets of differently sized paws next to the scene of the crime. I’m drowning in my end of term projects and exams. I may have badly miscalculated the amount of time and effort needed. I will eat my hat if I somehow survive until Saturday.))