Permafrost Hollows Shouldn't one do as one's told to?

o hay there

Chip wandered this way and that with no clear intention of stopping anywhere long-term. She'd already managed to get boned at least three times, so she was feeling extra confident in her ability to do just about anything. Despite being named after a creature that ate primarily nuts (haha), Chip had always been an adept hunter... at least when it came to smaller prey. Currently, she was tracking a raccoon, and she was narrowing in on it when something else distracted her: another wolf.

It was a pretty thing, with dark fur and yellow eyes. Had she been a he, Chipmunk would have been all over him. As it were, though, she'd never had any interested in women, and considered them competition at worst, and acquaintances at best. Interested to see which side of the coin this one would be, Chip made her presence known with a pointed chuff.