Whitebark Stream Boots

These two both break and fill my heart.

Amalia had known they were fast after the first obswrvation. But no harm came from trying and she was a wolf that enjoyed simple things. So just that small game was fun to her, even if there was no prize.

Reno offered to help and moved his body towards another set of holes. She watched with interest to see what he would do.

Amalia readied herself. Ears quivering atop her head and she waited. His low noise filled her own chest and when she heard their scratching she waited and with grasping jaws caught one as it leaped. She gave it a good shake. And dropped it, but the others were gone before she could grasp another.

She nosed at it and grasped it towards a little grove of trees away from their dens. That seemed an unkindness.

She placed a paw on it's back and ripped it in two. It took a few snaps but she got it and lay it down next to her. Tongue slipping around jawline politely.

It seemed unkind to consume it there where their babies are. We'll share.