Arrow Lake rocket raccoon

Though it was reasonable for a wolf to regurgitate its food for its young (at least according to one website the writer researched), it was less likely that a raccoon would share the same mechanism--or sentiments. As the other wolf began offer his lunch, the baby raccoons first watched in fascination before their faces turned to sheer terror and then disgust. Pawing at their caregiver with small, black hands, the little red wolf nipped them affectionately before returning her attention to the wolf. He was an Alpha. Visions of her encounters with the big, black wolf surfaced to her mind, and she wondered if this Alpha was familiar with The Sunspire. Though she may have noticed that this particular wolf's scent was more dominant in the land than say hers, she was not able to piece together the puzzle that was forming. So she laughed once, then twice as the Alpha was for a moment rude with his words. She, of course, thought no such thing. "Then I would be very clever," she said with a smile. Whether she had stolen the cubs from their mother or not, the fact that she was able to have a fresh supply of meat depending on her was impressive. If that was true. "Protecting others is difficult. I recently heard of a story where a big, black wolf attempted to stop a packmate, only to have him turn on him. They became embroiled in a fight to death. Unfortunately, no one won, and they were both banished from the pack." As she spoke, her eyes searched the older male but revealed little of her intent. She acted strangely around him, even talked differently. Quietly, she searched for the reason why this was so.