Whitefish River The soft and fading light

Mismatched eyes slid comfortable across the land. Everything was so bright outside of the woods. Why hadn't she left earlier? Why hadn't any of them? Perhaps then they wouldn't have suffered the humiliation of losing to some other pack on their own lands. Everything had been on their side except pure luck. How typical.

Koume froze when she saw the grey female make her way towards her and she bit harder on the quartz. This was hers, that much was clear by the defensive pose she took on.