Wapun Meadow [BWP] love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you

      For a moment, Aliana caught a glimpse of red fur in the corner of her eyes. Before she could truly identify it, the ebony she-wolf lunged at her again. Ivory fangs arching towards her for a bite. Sapphire eyes narrowed, she leaped out of the way again before the two circled one another. 

     And in their dance, Aliana took a brief moment to look down at her pile, noticing that it was dwindling. That gremlin, that greedy little brat was plucking food out of her pile and they weren’t even eating it. No, the brat was flinging them away with a smug look on their face, trying to entice her into chasing.

     Her anger boiled up like a bubbly lake of liquid fire. The extent of her patience only went so far; being harassed by a selfish brat and unjustly attacked by their aggressive mother whittle down that patience pretty fast. 

     The she-wolf lunged for another bite. Another dodge. 

     Time to end this dance.
     When the she-wolf leaped back, Aliana immediately charged forward, going off of the move she saw her father did in the past. She tucked her head close her chest, looking like a charging buck as she barreled through the water and mud at the she-wolf.

     One bound; she narrowed the distance between her and the she-wolf instantly.

     Second bound; a mass of dark fur and muscle harshly collides into the black wolfess’ side, knocking her away.

     Wet, muddy footing plus an abrupt shove. You do the math.

     Even if the black wolfess doesn’t slip and topple into the muck and water...

     Something Aliana very much hoped she did; she undoubtedly deserved a hearty laugh out of this before leaving.

     There would nonetheless be enough space between the both of them that she can hastily grab up her pile and leave.

     Aliana quickly turned back to her pile. And if the greedy wretch attempts to cheekily snatch another piece, the whelp would promptly earn a mock charge and a snarling snap of her jaws. She wasn’t going to attack the pup. A pup only becomes a brat through their raising; they were nothing more than a by-product of being raised by a pack of savages. 

     With a snort and her clipped tail held high, Aliana scoops up as much as her mouth could carry and instantly runs. A full-on tactical retreat into the assured safety of the woods in the distance. They probably took her running as cowardly. She didn't care, she got some food with her, that's what matters.

     She glances back at the two for a moment before rolling her eyes and looking away, not stopping.
Eat till that belly pops, spoiled brat.