little chubby lol.
Voron's whole countenance changed immediatly. She cupped the rat in one clawed hand and pulled her lips up in a snarl. Her hackles rose, making her seem much larger than she was. Her normally gentle brown eyes flashed and for a split second it seemed as if a rabid beast was peering out of them. While not a wolf to pick fights, the black female had long felt driven to protect the weak and helpless. This didn't usually hinder her on hunts, but when she had found the half-drowned rat a few days ago, she just couldn't bring herself to kill it. So she had rescued it and nursed the poor creature back to life. Now it seemed to have bonded with her. Voron was surprised to find she enjoyed the rat's company. She could use a friend, and, well, rats tasted nasty anyways.
Glaring daggers at the newly shifted pup, Voron spoke through bared teeth.
"Put that stick down right this instant. Moon is my friend."
She wouldn't actually hurt Shiloh, if it came down to it. Voron had never enjoyed fighting, though she was pretty good at it if she needed to. And though she was new to the pack, she already felt a certain amount of loyalty and gratitude to it's members. But this little rat was the first true friend she'd had in a long while, and she'd be devistated to see it hurt.