Not Suitable for a Pup

Crème scootched back into a tree with her rump at the sight of ivory teeth glaring down at her. She whimpered and cried out, knowing that neither her mother or her father could save her anymore. Her wide, deep butterscotch eyes slowly moved upward into orange-yellow eyes that seemed to be glowing; whether or not it was the pup's fearful mind making things up, she didn't know, but she winced and shrunk away anyway.

Her tail between her legs, Crème didn't know what do say. The stutter "I-I-I-I-I" is the only thing that came from her mouth. She attempted to move back further, but the giant brown object that blocked her path prevented her from doing so. Ears flattened again her head, the off-white wolf stammered out some more jumbled words, voice high-pitched, soft, and terrified. "I-I-I....don't... I... it's d-dark and I'm lost.. I-I didn't know it w-was y-y-your land.."