Northstar Vale marble bone

Only a taste.

Of what- how much of a threat she and the Ridge wolves could be? Or was it intended as a show of camaraderie? He wasn’t certain, and it was a terribly uncomfortable place to be; she set him on a knife’s edge, and held the handle of the instrument herself. 

She left, and he gazed down at the miserable fox kit. 

It would make for a nice pelt, sure; but he was less keen to slay the animal now that he had seen how much fear it had survived. 

Come. He said, picking up the vine. The kit didn’t move. He gave the vine a gentle tug, and still the kit remained cowering. Tousaint flattened his ears; couldn’t it see that he was trying to be careful with it? Come! He barked through gritted teeth and jerked the vine. 

The kit stumbled forward and began to follow. His frustration mixed together with shame, to lead a captive, a slave behind him. He searched for @Viskani, the fox kit in tow.