Qeya River anilaaktuk

Amalia scented blood on the wind and with increased speed she ran towrds it. A growl already rolling through her chest. Two unfamilair wolves on the territory, had crossed she was to far away.

So it was with intent to harm she hit the nearest from the side a snarl turning her sweet face angry and mean. A golden femme.

She would deal with the other later, the one with gold fur was closer and it was there she set her teeth.