Moonspear prince minikid

Startled by the abrupt interruption, Wilson took an urgent step back and lowered her belly to the ground in submission. It wasn't often that she was met with such outright aggression and dominance and she was quick to decide that she didn't like it one bit. There were so many other ways that she could have been approached, but this brute had chosen the rudest route that he could think of; thus far, this pack was her least favorite.

I was passing by, she muttered, slowly rising back to half-height. Her eyes darted continuously between the ground and the frame of the male in front of her, but she was more interested in getting out of his way and back on her way than asking any questions. I wasn't going to do anything. How could she? Compared to him, she was a pipsqueak, thin and short-legged with no more muscle than a rotted carcass.