Silver Moraine like a wild fox

the yap made her head whip around, revealing the ruined side of her face, loose skin flapping.

a motherfucking yote.

she'd chased plenty of those fucks away from mereo's borders and away from their kills in the past few months. in a way, she liked them. wolves small enough for her to bully.

although this one was more likely to get a beating. she felt a certain draw to its - his - scent that surely meant she wanted to whoop his ass.

letting the natural droop of her features conceal her intentions, the mastiff barked back and popped into a casual play-bow, inviting him closer.