Overture Downs golyat

though his presumption had proved wrong, stigmata's opinion of the matter was not that she would have fled out of fear, but because he had offended her. she got the right message, at any rate - the cake was for taking, he was just an exceptionally bad host - but for whatever reason the girl didn't properly apply the lesson learned to her actions thereafter. any logical (read: weaker) canid would have skedaddled, but because she was the alpha's daughter (never mind her pedigree, which he had never considered before), she had most certainly been tiptoed around - neglected, as opposed to reformed - and saw no reason to flee from him, afraid or not. 

any wolf sticking around after being accosted by a jerk host, then welcomed whatever punishment happened thereafter. common knowledge, one might think. it wasn't a smart choice on her part to stay, but what did he truly expect of a child. especially a child who had no curfew, no supervision, no boundaries. she had obviously never been taught or hurt enough to know when it was best to flee, and for stigmata it conjured a grisly image of her young death; a cruel event that began with her innocently "playing," as usual.

he was nonplussed by her defiance - her choice to stay. of course he didn't expect her to learn the lesson the first time around; children rarely did. but he would continue to attack her each time he caught her spying on him, until she either learned to get better at it, or stopped trying and started approaching him straight up. she may have been used to rebuffs such as his, but her pampered hide had most certainly never learned to take any such act seriously. because she had never gone hungry enough; had never thought she might die...

stigmata smirked at her across the distance. well, she certainly had the endurance and acumen to be a fearsome predator and packwolf, assuming she made it to adulthood. it was a shame he would miss her progress. and though he figured it would be a markedly difficult task because she acted as if she had no respect for him, stigmata made a motion with his muzzle in the direction of home, proposing she head that way while he (very distantly) chaperoned.