Boartusk Heights youngblood

the cub posed little threat to reyna — the worst he could do is pinch her ankles — but she was in no position to run after him if he were to burst into a sprint. so the queen's steady, crane-like walk is all that she could muster as she parts the night fog and finally sets her eyes on the pup she was pursuing.

it was the puny boy, the near-runt that got lucky. she isn't sure if she is deeply disappointed or pleasantly surprised by this development. still, she lowers her head just to meet him.

ooh, how fierce.. she coos. intruders would tuck their tails between their legs by now if they saw you..
tell me, little one, why do you venture so far out. the pale wraith circles around the boy until she blocks the deep of the forest. and so late too? for one of no royalty that is. tsk tsk tsk.. my.. what would your mother and father think?