Stone Circle A girl worth fighting for

Hawthorne was always hungry. Often the wolverine would be on the lookout for anything to hunt or munch on. A wolf pup would be an incredible snack. He was bold enough to take on a lone wolf. A pack was different. Then he would be in the minority. However, Thorne was not that bothered when he crossed the pack's land. He didn't even care that he was. He never paid attention to wolf borders. He thought it was silly as he was a nomad mostly scavenging for food. 

Now the winter was coming closer and the temperatures were dropping Hawthorne felt more at home this far south. He couldn't wait till the snow would arrive. The colder temperatures were putting him in a good mood instead of a cranky one, which was a rather good thing for the wolf pup he would stumble upon any second. The wolverine came from the bushes, his extraordinary sense of smell already told him that there was a wolf cub around. But he had to be careful of the mother. Wolves were like bears in that matter. 

When he didn't spot anything and the child started barking the wolverine revealed himself before the other. His fur slick and a very musky odor hung around the male. He bared his teeth a bit in a vindictive smile. Wolves always bothered him when he just wanted food. Pay pack. "What is a delicious snack doing all by herself," he slyly spoke, baring his teeth to show off his use set of sharp k9's.