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The rain poured down and soaked the arctic wolf thoroughly to the bone. The spring showers had begun in full force. Dark, threatening clouds loomed overhead as lighting streaked across the sky to make mystifying patterns. Kiara moved through the wet forest, her search for food in vain. Tharin had been wonderful and had brought her an entire deer fawn two days before. Yet, it wasn’t enough. The puppies had started eating regurgitated meat along with the milk Kiara produced for them. Not to mention there was herself to feed and the rapid developments that had happened with the puppies. Kiara had worked hard for several days to impress upon her puppies just how important it was for them to say inside the den. It hadn't gone very well.
In many ways the rain was a blessing in disguise. Kohaku had started to cry when the thunder sounded, scaring the young puppy out of his mind. Lucia had ventured to where the mud began and had decided that it wasn’t worth getting muddy. With the heavy thunderstorms, Kiara was able to get the necessary break she required to hunt for their tiny family. Even so, luck was not on her side.
After several hours of searching in heavy rain for food, the only thing Kiara had managed to grab was a rabbit that nearly scared itself to death. The white wolf moved as quickly as she could through the mud until she managed to reach the heart of Wentworth Valley where her puppies awaited inside her den. A pair of tracks were scattered around the den, their imprint highly visible in the deep mud. The sight made Kiara worry, but she tried to put their presence out of her mind.
Even as Kiara crawled into the den, she knew something was wrong. The entrance held a slight hint of an intruder and all was silent inside. Kiara’s heart froze as only a single terrified puppy waited for her mother’s return. Frightened blue eyes peaked out of a white ball of fur, and Kohaku was nowhere to be seen. Anger swelled up in the young mother as the dead rabbit dropped heavily into the dirt. She took the time to inspect Lucia before taking off after the intruder.
The entire world seemed to turn red, and her focus was completely taken by the trail of paw prints and weak scent. Lighting flashed overhead, making Kiara’s pale form shine as her lips pulled back into a snarl. Thunder sounded and deafened the young mother, but she paid little mind to it. Someone was going to pay.
The sound of crying called Kiara’s attention and the mother raced forward with everything that she had. Before her stood a coyote luperci holding HER baby. A ferocious growl erupted from her lips, only to be drowned out by thunder. Her heckles raised and her fur stood on end. Her tail was raised high and her black lips were pulled back to reveal two inch long incisors. Lighting flashed across the sky and revealed her ghostly form, and the thunder that followed only added to her frightening appearance. With a howl the angered mother rushed forward, her jaws aiming for the back of the puny coyote’s neck, a killing blow.
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