Blackfeather Woods Making this work

the dark cub seemed to hang there a moment, as if a shade suspended by a sudden pylon of light. and then, without much warning at all, she sprung: her wraithlike presence now but a suggestion of the black predator she would grow to be as she darted towards the unknown wolf.

a low growl hung in her throat, but it was not for threat. it was for play -- and an impish gleam danced in her eyes as she bounded towards moonshadow with little teeth flashing.