Hideaway Strath grub cub

The giant war driven female was exploring her new home. She took in the new scents and sights and while exploring wasn’t the right word for it, rather scouting ahead. Her face didn’t give away any thought she might have of the place, green and lush she was oblivious to the fact she had arrived in puppy season. Seasons changed, War did not. She had never felt compelled to have children of her own, nor ever thought it an option. Instead she had trained her entire life to become a weapon of war.

Her walk made her come across a child though. A very young child who had her paws wrapped around something on the ground. War stood feets away from her, unsure what to do or what to say to a tiny wolf who couldn’t in the slightest relate to what War did, nor even talk about it – unlikely at least. War towered over the small pup and she did not move. Where were the parents? She looked closer and saw striking white fur with bright yellow eyes.

She knew those eyes.

The female who had accepted her had those eyes. This was sensitive situation – an alpha’s pup was alone and about in the territory, unprotected and likely an easy target to whomever had ill intend. War straightened up and walked to the child, determined that it was now her duty to protect the small one.

She did not speak as she came to the child, instead her ears were on alert, eyes on the lookout for trouble and the gigantic female would simply stand like a silent statue and guard over the child. Letting no one nearby but the mother when she should return. Anyone coming upon the unlikely little duo would be in a world of trouble. War knew her duty, knew her place and this was it.