Hideaway Strath the sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison

The wolf, almost immediately, turns and leaves her alone but it is barely seconds that her father’s force gives her warning. Her ears, if possible, pressed more against her head as she withdraws. She can’t find it in herself to look at him and so she focuses on something in front of her, the way the root hooks out of the soil and back down, but it is temporary as Lotte suddenly overwhelms her. The girl’s tail tip swishes back and forth and she whines, leaning in to her comfort. It is not the rendezvous site and her siblings are not present, but it is close enough.
 
“I did not go far,” she says, quietly in a fashion not suitable for Mallaidh. She closes her paling eyes and leans into the chest of the angry lion and stays there until she’s moved.