Heavy metal broke my heart

She hovered at the edge of their detectable range, pacing uneasily a few steps to the left and then pausing when movement in the dark trees caught her attention. The animal that drew forth from the gloom was an unusual one, too small in proportion and seeming thin, but Ptarmigan failed to notice much difference from a wolf. She noted his dominance, and took him to be a wolf just like any other wolf, though an ugly one.

He claimed they would play nice, earning a perplexed frown from the dark-furred Endore. “Why would you?” she brusquely asked, tilting her snout toward the earth and peering critically at him through her eyelashes. “I wouldn't.” I won't, she said silently to herself. Though she didn't say it yet or even insinuate it, Ptarmigan was uncomfortable with this pack being here. They were technically nowhere near Ouroboros, yet she held it against them all the same, for no reason.