Thunder Dome At my high school, it felt more to me

With hair on end and fangs revealed in a defensive set up, Vixen anticipated the appearance of the one that would challenge her for the cave. She wasn't a big wolf, she knew, and so the odds would not be in her favor if she found herself confronting a large male or even a larger female, but the oddities of the universe were still something Vixen did not know how to be grateful with. She was in no danger that day, for she'd been lead to find no more than a puppy. Suddenly her whole composure changed, her eyes were no longer harsh and her lips concealed her daggers again as she observed the cub roll up to her feet. She allowed for him to touch her, and after a single moment of admiration the red-furred loner allowed her own nose to caress the child's head gently.

He looked scared and cold, and he was definitely alone for the surroundings carried no other scent but theirs. "Wha' are ye doin' here all alone, sprog?" she asked, but did not expect an answer at all. She searched for dangers, lifting her head for a moment and panning around in a careful inspection, but they seemed to be alone. And when confirmed, she allowed herself to lay down in front of the kid hoping to look less intimidating despite the child's bold approach.