Golden Glade The line has been drawn

Merrigan stood poised for attack, her tail arched above her back as she tensed. She had expected the pallid woman to keep fighting until merrigan would have to take her leave from the territory, but instead Merrigan watched the far leave through the underbrush.


taking a moment to catch her breath and to lick the wounds she could reach, Merrigan grabbed the rabbit in her jaws and ran to the borders. Not stopping until she was far from the pack she felt pride in herself.

thank you for this! I enjoyed it immensely!