Redhawk Caldera Potato villain

Bronte had not been sleepy that day. She fidgeted inside the den. Between pestering her brothers and pacing back and forth, she found there was little to do. Often, she looked outside. Tempted to go out and explore just a little bit. But what if her mom or dad came back and found her outside?

Huffing, she plopped down right at the entrance with a little pout on her face. Minutes ticked by with little going on. Then she spotted movement. A wolf was approaching. Bigger and older than her, holding something in their mouth. Her curiosity piqued, Bronte rose to her feet, trotting up to greet the newcomer. She yipped excitedly, standing on her back legs, tail whirring.