Phoenix Maplewood I wanna run away

Haha, here comes the Heda!

Zaavier's ears pricked as a low growl is brought to them. He hackles raise and slowly does his head move. Craning his neck, he spots that dark pelted woman he saw on the maraine the day Charley had killed the calf. Charley had killed it, and yet, they had taken it. It was so fucked up in his mind.

He turned around to face her, holding his head high. He was not afraid of her, yet he was not challenging her. He was in no mood for a fight, especially with the trip ahead of him. His tail lashed, wondering why the woman had even cared to approach him. "Yes?" He said, limiting the amount of hatred that seeped through his voice. He couldn't help the slight twitch of his lip, but his didn't let his lips fully pull back, despite how badly he wanted to burry his pearly fangs into her flesh.