Silverlight Terrace And the wolf whispers back, 'I am the storm.'

Jay stopped at the grasp of her scruff, glancing up at her mother with a small giggle before she was suddenly hushed. The girl perked up, sniffing the air curiously and catching the same scent her mother had. Feeling a small surge of excitement, Jaida mimicked her mother's stance as she followed slightly behind. 

Cocking her had at the curious behavior of the raccoon, Jaida watched as her mother broke the raccoon's leg, absorbing the movements and tactics like a mini sponge. Following Mama's beckoning, Jay scampered forward and grabbed the bandit masked weasel by the neck and gave a harsh bite. The raccoon fell limp and Jay dropped it, beaming at her mother in pride.

Mama licked her head, nudging the fluffy girl towards the raccoon and digging in.