Fox's Glade reykur

in the end it was no vermin, it was an ugly, misshapen child. colt recoiled with narrowed red eyes. the pup was too old to be one carried by the woman sanja, but she spoke the same language and was wrapped in the she-wolf's warm scent.
a pack kid, then.
colt flexed his paws in the dirt. he sneezed at the coiling smoke. "get out," he growled, seeking to shove her roughly toward the glen's exit. "won't last a damn minute babblin' in this place." colt followed.