Blackfoot Forest harvest winds

These natural disasters were displacing many, although Zsuzsa’s ears flicked forward when he mentioned their Alpha abandoned them. Seeing the visible displeasure upon his features, it always felt like a deeply rooted breach of trust when an Alpha betrayed a tightly knit pact. The black female snorted. ”You’re better off without them then.” Zsuzsa confided. She had never been in a situation where an Alpha or superior stepped down from a higher rank through such means, but it was instantly the characteristics of cowardly, weak wolves who did such a thing.
 
Mentioning getting tricked out of a snack from a coyote, Zsuzsa wasn’t too fond of coyotes for their thievery, desperation, and overall as them labeled as the significantly weaker counterparts of wolves. ”That’s why you always have your doubts about them. I am sure in these lands they take advantage of opportunity at every chance they get.” Seeing as how he mentioned scent markers, coyotes were never too far with scavenging what wolves dumped on the borders of their territories. He didn’t seem too fond of this area and Zsuzsa wasn’t sure if she should linger around herself. She shook her head. ”Endless plains. I traveled in from the south. Barely any overhead shade and even more so, barely any prey.” It was obvious her figure was more lithe than typical, not holding the curvaceous angles a healthy female would.