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Kiara watched intently as the white male rose to his feet. His shaking limbs and rasping breath sending more pangs of worry through the alabaster women. Kiara placed herself low, ready to catch the injured wolf should he collapse again. The strength of will that he possessed astounded Kiara and was almost awe inspiring. Despite his evident exhaustion and the injuries he seemed to have sustained, the male seemed willing to continue on. At least that's how Kiara perceived his actions.
The males sudden anger and aggression startled Kiara. She jumped out of the way, his jaws missing their mark by a long shot. The male was weak, yet he wanted to fight her. Why? Why fight her? Kiara backed off a few paces and sustained a submissive position. Her ears flat against her head and her fluffy tail tucked squarely between her legs. Kiara was low to the ground and whined a little, trying to show the male she didn't want to fight him. The arctic wolf was never one to fight, but the males weakness gave her an advantage. One Kiara refused to take. If the male continued his aggression she would run off. Fighting her would be worse than not having her around and Kiara did not want to cause him any more pain.
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