Blackfeather Woods plating

teeth flashing in a snarl and shehe knew this was a mistake words weren't for wolves not even those that spoke soft and conversative like housepets.

the sighthound tried to stop and slide but momentum too great brought himher to black body and terrible teeth. herhis own bared but still fear trumped aggression as the two collided.

desperate jaws snapped in effort to bite and discourage.

please let me run let me go let me leave-