Qeya River Your life burns faster

Amalia realized rather quickly that she had been rather hard on the child, and he was a child. So she shifted into a more neutral stance, though she kept her tail above her hips, and her head erect. She would not submit, merely lessen the rigidity with which she stood.

Amalia smiled. We are a pack of hunters, but even hunters must be warriors to protect those they care for? Just because we aren't classified as something, doesn't mean that we can't protect or fight if we must.

Amalia dipped her muzzle. We are called Natigvik and she isn't wrong. We are small. There is the leader family, then myself, Tulukiri and a couple other wolves make up our ranks.