The Sunspire you are my sunshine

Rocco had entered the wolves' territory a couple of hours before, and made his way toward the heart of it. He could smell them all around, and he kept his ears and eyes alert for any signs that there might be one ready to attack him. So far, so good. He slinked through the forest trees, ever so quiet.

Movement caught his attention and he froze as his eyes focus on the small pup. While she was distracted and playing, he moved into the position he wanted, which was behind the entrance of the den. He hoped to put himself between it and her, so that she couldn't dart back into it. She turned and headed straight for it, and he thought his opportunity had passed, but instead of going in, she laid at the entrance. He could work with this.

He snuck up behind her, his movements purposeful and sure. When he was just above her, he swiped his paw behind her, hoping to push her away from the entrance of the den. His claws were out, and he growled his presence as they cut through the air, hoping to come in contact with her flesh.