Redhawk Caldera sometimes following your heart means losing your head

If that cub had not become Hedda's lunch, he would most likely had grown up to be a wimp like this one. Weak and pathetic - maybe this was a common quality in all of the wolves, which resided here. If it was so, it would explain a lot of other things. 

Too bad she was in the same category for entirely different reasons. Had not her body been failing her, she would not have wasted too much time playing this game, dragging the time as she did now. Sure, she could attack and take, what she wanted, by force. On the other hand, you never knew with those cowards - corner them and they would turn onto you. 

She looked around, as if to make sure that the coast was still clear, and then raised to take some steps closer to the yearling. He was terrified of her from what she could tell and she enjoyed it. How long would it last - that was an entirely different story. 

"He's not coming back to life," she told him. "So you might as well let him go."