Northstar Vale Pas de Pitié

a second wolf joined the first; this one was roughly her age group,, but ava had no time to admire how well groomed his fur was, nor the intriguing color of his eyes. she only saw him for what he was in that moment — another piece lodged against her ever-changing odds of survival.

she licked her lips nervously, the bristling of her pelt subsiding just enough to show she’d lost interest in the path that cut through the woods. the steel colored man and his well-groomed counterpart indicated this way was clearly shut; none shall pass.

ava bobbed her head and leapt back once more. this time there was enough space between them she felt she could safely retreat — and she did so promptly, legs racing and tail clamped tight to her haunch.