Redhawk Caldera A morning of hunting rabbits and hares

She felt the weight of the stranger's bright green eyes, even from a distance, and a slight shudder traveled down her spine. Wildfire did not move any closer, held back simultaneously by her trepidation around strangers and fear of being rebuked by Magpie. When the dark she-wolf called out to her in a singsong voice, inviting her closer, it had the opposite effect on the youngster. She began to backpedal.

And, suddenly, Magpie was right there at her shoulder, barking, "You stay away from her!"  Wildfire jumped slightly, then crouched as the yearling's voice cracked through the air, though she straightened out somewhat when she realized her aunt was snapping at the strange interloper. "Get lost!"