Blackfoot Forest The Strangest Thing

The previous demeanor that had afforded her some semblance of safety was gone. Would he move to strike at her insolence? Fear swelled beneath the flame of not knowing. Her tail tucked in full, silver eyes holding fast to his. She’d made a mistake, poked too hard at the hornet’s nest and of course there was consequence.

But, where is kindness now? She would want to ask, at least to imply this hypocrisy! Always a drifter would cross paths, expecting something of her in the way of a sweet little wolf. She never claimed to be! I am fierce; I am a huntress!...

She was nothing more than a proverbial doormat upon which this wolf could unsully his paws if he chose.

She clipped the thoughts. Life was more precious than even the preservation of what little esteem she held. If she'd have any at all left, after this. 

“As you wish.”