the great unknown

Liyaní had no idea that lone wolves or wolves from other packs could be dangerous to her. Her only thought about wolves were that they kept her company and looked after her; she’d never been taught to think anything different. Therefore when she was approached by a tall, pale-furred stranger, she didn’t flee. His chuff was met with a curious cant of the youngster’s head, but she didn’t move away from him. His strange, unfamiliar scent caused Liyaní’s leathery nostrils to flare.

Her eyes moved briefly to the male’s catch – the lifeless hare – lying nearby before her gaze shifted to his masculine façade once more. Normally asking for some regurgitated meat would have been on the top of her to-do list, but at the moment Liyaní’s primary concern was warming up. The small pup shivered as she lay soaking wet upon the riverbank. “’m cold,” she told the wolf quietly, trembling beneath the weight of his fierce gaze.