Fairspell Meadow A miserable hunt

Latte glowed from the praise, opening her mouth and letting her pink tongue poke out in the sort of silly grin that was typical of dogs.  She loved giving compliments, it made her feel nice and cozy inside, it was a feeling of satisfaction that only came from making someone else smile.  It also helped that compliments were hard to do wrong.  Latte's tail was wagging as well when she stood up and watched Atka.  Atka was nice, a lot nicer than some of the wolves she'd met.  Maybe she could even be Latte's friend! 

Unfortunately, it was right at that moment that that Khaba's bark, a much less nice sound, reached Latte's ears.  The dog froze, head whipping around to lock eyes with the wolf.  That was her first mistake.  The beast hulked like a brown bear, complete with a thick dark coat--except this wolf had silver eyes that felt like they were piercing into Latte's soul.  Latte couldn't look away from them, they held her like a trembling mouse with nowhere to run.  "U-um... Atka..?"