It was a typical day for the young mother wolf, out exploring with her pup. She often traveled up and down the riverbanks to navigate through the forests. Originally, he was taken out to be taught a few lessons in hunting. However, his little escapades had turned into a day of mischief. He had already picked a fight with a fox over some left over scraps, earlier that morning. There was no telling what he would be up to now. He was running a few paces ahead of her when the pup, tongue hanging out with exhaustion, plopped down onto the grass, alongside an old tree trunk. Anya walked up to little one to nuzzle him briefly, before deciding that it would be time to find them an evening meal.
She leaned down, licking the side of his cheek to bid farewell and rest assured of the pup's protection under the shaded forest trees. She traveled up the riverbank, catching the scent of anything to make prey. She wasn't particularly a picky eater, willing to eat whatever there was to catch. Suddenly, in the tall grasses, a muskrat made a quick attempt to make haste, when Anya quickly pounced the helpless animal. She held on firmly with her teeth as it squirmed in her grasp. Setting it down on the ground, she placed a paw upon its belly and caught it by the throat, cutting off its air supply as it eventually died, hanging limp in her mouth. The warmth of its fresh blood pulsing had made her mouth nearly drool while she made her way back to her son.
Anticipating her arrival, the young pup released a loud 'yip', tail wagging in excitement. Watching him indulge himself for a brief moment, her work wasn't yet over. She still had to hunt for herself and with the little one's belly full, he begun to doze off, leaving her for another opportunity to get some food. She made her way back up the riverbank, with hopeful optimism, when she spotted someone resting against a tree. Being so quiet, she had barely noticed him. He was a rather large, tall luperci and with a glimpse of a bright shiny blade against the sunlight, she was aware of the weapons. At first, fear had caught her, causing her to freeze in his presence. She had to protect her son at all costs. She stepped closer to the mysterious male, ears forward, teeth baring, releasing a low growl.
"What brings you here?"
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