Sorry it's so short.
The reddish wolf lifted his crown, muzzle dribbling water. He swiped his tongue around his maw as he looked toward the sound of footsteps drawing nearer. In his current state of mind, the large pale wolf with fiery eyes shocked and frightened him, and instinctively he took a few steps back, hackles bristling. Perhaps the trouble between AniWaya and Crimson Dreams had ignited and spread elsewhere, he just did not know. Who are you? he asked coldly, brows furrowed above cobalt pools that stared straight into the other's face.
The frenzied boy drew in a few deep breaths of cool air, trying to calm the tightness in his chest. It was equally possible that this man had no ill intentions, yet Oak was unwilling to take any chances. They had taken his mother.
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