Arrow Lake didn't see that coming

Kazimir hated squirrels. For such little prey animals they had the biggest balls she had seen. They were mischievous, annoying creatures with tiny arms that could launch acorns at enough velocity to sting the skull of even an adult wolf. She had been wandering the territory, familiarising herself with it and leaving her scent amongst those of the others when she heard the chittering sound from nearby and followed it curiously, just in time to see the child who had done much to wound her sensitive ego get nearly smacked by an acorn. The petty part of her nearly caused her to laugh, lips trembling and curling up as a bark of laughter almost fell from her lips. Instead she took a breath and swallowed it down ears twitching nervously as she contemplated just leaving. Her pride caused a wave of disgust and she scoffed at herself for fearing a child. That's what he was after all, a child, and one that she had no reason to pay attention to at all. "Little demons. Makes it feel good when you manage to be quick enough to crush their tiny heads between your jaws" she spoke loud enough to get attention as she came from the bushes, a relaxed expression forced onto her face. She did not want to hide away anymore because she was ashamed of what some child had said to her. Stigmata had been her friend and had always thought she was good enough for Diaspora and even in the aftermath of his death she would hold onto that and do good by the pack he had formed.