Whitefish River the wires got the best of him

Fire flashes behind her eyes when he says her 'name', but she says nothing in response. She stares at him for several more moments, nails curling into the ground. Something in his gaze makes her want to trust him, and she hates it. A sigh slips from her and she looks away, head dropping between her paws. S'winter right now anyway, She mumbles, sucking in a sharp breath as the frigid wind agitates her wounds. No green stuff. Which means you lose, Mister Alpha.