Fox's Glade peanut-butter-vibes ♪

Sunday slinked behind her, but she knew it was to have her back. "Be careful, Twos," She warned. Decoded, the warning said: "Don't do anything stupid, Twos." Tuesday acknowledged her words by saying nothing at all instead of retorting something snarky like usual. Her heart thudded in her chest, pumping adrenaline throughout her tiny body. She stared down the bush concealing the beast with a fierce glare, rumbling lowly and flattening her ears.

Finally, the mysterious creature showed itself, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw it rear its ugly head from above a bush. Tuesday first thought it was a bear, but its features were too angular. Besides, bears should all be asleep by now (thank god). Well, this mountain of a wolf wasn't much better. Weirdly, he smiled at them — probably excited at the thrill of ending their lives and using their bones as toothpicks. Except... he never lunged for them, even when he flashed his ivory teeth, which made her jump.

"Hello," He greeted.

What the hell do you want, wolf? Tuesday snapped, voice harsh to hide her fear. Her hackles raised, plush winter coat fluffing up to make herself look more intimidating. She desperately wanted to run, but that would trigger his prey drive. He'd catch up to them easily with those long legs. She swallowed hard at the thought. Maybe he'd get pissed, but at least it'd be at her and not her sister.