From the Deep

Lowering her fore-paws back to the ground she turned. Spotted another wolf. Her brows still furrowed. She drew back her upper lip. It lasted only a moment as she inhaled and smoothed her brow and lip, getting rid of the hostility in her own gaze. She did not care for males. They were good for only one thing. Unless they proved their worth to her.

"Thus far I've only run into males. Where are the females?" She inquired but did not approach too close to him. He would surely not fit into her world order. Not for long anyway for the males were useless save for reproduction or as slaves to do every little bidding of their superiors.

If she had the energy or inclination she might have tried to turn him into a slave. But there was something about him that screamed to her that he would not be so easy to control even if she won. Thus she decided against the desire to start collecting slaves. Until another time.