Porcupine Ridge Kids with Guns

Airi had lived as a loner for far too long. Even in the safety of the Vale, she was wary. Her ears pricked at the baritone tones of the male, her eyes turning towards him. His stature frightened her — never had she beheld a wolf as large as he. She was startled by him. Her eyes widened for a moment, but she forced herself into some semblance of calm. I'm not hunting, She eventually said, hoping that the quiver in her voice was hidden. You're close to my pack's lands, She snarled, her tail rising behind her.

The second voice aided to the fire that had slowly grown in confidence from inside her. Yes, there is, and you two are both very close to it, She entoned, her words sharp. Her gaze moved to the other now, to aid in her brashness. If you wish to talk, do so outside this valley,