i'll take thee away

She looked up to a hostile-looking wolf. Her scent had other wolf's scents mixed in, and the lone wolf knew she was a pack wolf. Typical. "I could ask you the same. I'm Runt." Alas, it was obvious that she was very small, small enough to be named for her position in her litter. Compared to her brother Stone, it was like comparing an ant to a bird, and Stone stood as Thorn's favorite child because of his logic, strength, speed, and smarts. Thorn, Runt's mother, had also thought that Stone reminded her of her deceased husband Cloud. Runt had never known this passed father of hers. She did not know how he had died either.