Bearclaw Valley they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless

Yea no they haven't crossed anything yet. They were hungy but careful. :) Thanks for not just jumping and pummeling these two goofs <3

Greatness shone a light at the end of every tunnel...
But this one seemed near closing, and dimming with every yip that scoured the skies. The yipping cry sounded with no fright; caution and bravery flew forward with the intangible whiff of need. Siqsa tasted the emotions in the whelping summon, and with it he listened to the wavering tones of not only life, but the wobble of the newness of it. This was a babe, pulling the thread that stopped the Demon from his advance with terrible strength. As where a child was, especially in the mist of Family lands, a parent always was brought very, 
very,
soon. 

In his haste to get a grapple on his situation, his hinds sought purchase, still warm from the the previous advance, and clipped back in place. The forelimbs followed, slow and deliberate - if any watched him, his wariness was evident. Body stiff but fearless in it's own right, his form shifted back a stride if not two. He wasn't dying today. Especially not over a nosey child. 

Speaking of...
Hellish eyes locked on a darker form standing bold across the bushels ahead. Almost blending into a menacing silhouette through the foliage, the morning sun did not allow him to spot the complete shape of the pup, but his nares gave him whatever it could. A complete youth, and the breeze hinted at the cologne of male. Senses ingrained through his prior and near indetectible canine heritage forced his ears back as another figure darkly pressed into the scene, looming impressively to the first initial spot of life. The blood which they tracked lurked there, as well...

 "We were tracking a kill."
 

He stated this with an intentionally lifeless tone. Dark ears with the hidden tone of the ocean's depths flickered their azure hue as he allowed his ears to flip outward, displaying his uncomfort of the situation. A mother, perhaps? It was obvious they were together. Pack; it was obvious. But a dame and her spawn were a vicious thing to be between. Piss her off, and you might as well have killed yourself, yourself. 

 

With a raising set of lips he held back an internal damnation of curses; he wasn't prepared for something like this. Luckily, Arana bound forward with her golden body, sunshine gleaming near blindingly from the shiny coat. A giant smile was visualized and illustrated but the blonde was also lowering the entirety of it to the ground, sweeping the grass with a broom of solar rays. Disgust rose his right nostril and he backed up even more. If he was expected to be such a cowering puddle of nonsense, he would walk into the woman's open threat without a problem. 

While she worked on her appeasement display, he chose this perfect oppertunity to take careful and silent steps away from the situation, leaving the Angel on the doorstep of a future he didn't exactly desire to see prosper. Inside, the older yearling told himself this was better, his solitude and peace. Not being hounded to smile or talk by her intrusive energy. Once out of earshot, he kicked his bulk into gear, and floored his way through the forest further and further into warmer lands.