Lost Creek Hollow Corpse bride

Indra - her friend, who had never so much as raised a voice to her other mischief's, had been acting very weird from the get-go. Nunataq could not wrap around her mind, what she had done wrong to be treated like this, because she had meant well. For a person, who rarely showed empathy to others let alone share her food (she ate it on her own and defended fiercely from anyone, who dared to approach her during eating), she had made a big step forward. She had brought food home just like adults used to do. Instead of being happy for it, her caretaker was treating her as if she was a criminal.

When the russet she-wolf turned and met her with aggression and clear threat of violence, Nunataq let the coyote's foot fall to the ground and looked as if someone had slapped her across her face. Why are you acting like such a bitch? - her gaze seemed to say, as she searched Indra's face for the slightest indication that this was not in earnest. Because the mute girl's life was based on simple rules, one of them being that, what was yours, was yours and no one had the right to take it away from you. Her offer of good-will had been turned down rudely and it only made sense for her to reclaim her finding. Everyone was equal before this rule, no exceptions.

So, no wonder that after the brief moment of showing confusion and vulnerability, the girl picked up the metaphorical battle-axe and took a stance to defend her rights. She was almost as tall as Indra now, therefore the older wolf could not intimidate her with size alone. Her eyes were dark with with anger, her fur was bristled along her spine and she growled. Even if she was not going to win this conflict, she was not going to take it lying down either.