Wow he's a jerk even to his children?
Melee’s heart began to beat fast as the moment began to intensify. Her posture tried to cling to the ground and escape her fate. She knew something was coming and that she would be the victim unless she did something. She may have been an outgoing person but could be scared easily. The pup stayed in the log as she kept her nose and ears on alert. She was not in the best place to hide and if this was a full grown wolf then he or she would be able to pick out her scent very easily. Dirt was beginning to build up on her paws as a whine emitted from her lips. She wanted to stay quiet but the moment was too much for her. She braced herself for her next move.
Melee then heard the deep voice coming from the distance. She tried to sneak out of log as he came closer so she could run off, but she knew she would not be able to out run the male. If anything, she hoped she would be able to find another hiding spot, a place where he would not be able to find her. She could feel the male’s paw on the log and scooted quickly towards the entrance. He knew she was there and he would soon get her. The pup then felt herself being raised from the ground. She paniced and slide out of the log, rolling away on the ground. Once the girl was back on her feet, she would begin to run and look for a new hiding place. One that was better than the log.
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