Blackfeather Woods the green mile

he is trespassing so... feel free to chomp

the exhausted howl that filtered skyward through the winter-beaten forest was unmistakable; and while not meant for him, iliksis drifted towards it. in his heart he thought he knew well the reason for the cry, and compelled to witness for himself the woman's whelps, slipped into blackfeather territory with the ease of a wolf who knew well their borders.

he came to the whelping den upon the heels of two others, and for a moment he seemed to question the intelligence of his decision. uncaring of the fangs that would surely be inflicted upon him, he pushed past the girl that hiccuped a sob and leveled his dull gaze on relmyna. she looked more feral than he ever remembered, and for a moment he wished to reach out and touch her roused fur, to drink of the pained struggle still fresh on her breath. the audience in the whelping den inhibited his instinct and he tensed, expecting recourse for his brash actions from the male in short order.

the beauty of new life was lost on iliksis, who saw the two whelps as a detriment to his own personal ambitions with relmyna. for now they slept, safe from his jaws -- but given the right circumstance, perhaps their future would not be so assured.