Dawnlark Plains Lemonade

With a sigh, the black and white brute stood and rose to his full height, glancing around and sniffing for the family she claimed were close. It seemed as though she was right, for there were faint and similar scents. He had to hope she was safe here, for it was obvious in her silence there would be no getting her to open up. 
          "Very well, little one. If you're so against me, Ill go. Suppose its good to be wary of strangers."
He backed up further, giving one last sweep of the landscape. A sad glance at the girl was all he gave before turning and slinking back towards the borders of his pack.