feathered thief

Thisbee would tuck closer to him. He was proud of her for being so cautious with the stranger but he would have to tell her that later, when they were alone. The female held her grown, managing only to flinch at his arrival. He was content with that, for now. Razik would do whatever was necessary to keep the speckled pup safe. When the Wolf spoke, his lips curled in a silent snarl. “No we won’t.” Perhaps he was being naïve on the subject, but he was confident in his abilities to feed and defend his daughter. He’d done it for the past six months with only one recent incident.

When she spoke again he would nod, they weren’t from around here. They’d come here after an attack that left them separated for her safety. He couldn’t defend her if she was right there, he couldn’t focus. Razik was unsure how to take the warning she gave him. He was more than capable of watching out for his daughter. “We aren’t separated often.” He finally relented. Again the female spoke, speaking of her pack that was one of the longest standing in the land. His ear flicked dismissively at the information, he hadn’t been in a pack since he was an adolescent, he wasn’t eager to go back to one.

“Razik and Thisbee.” He nodded down to his daughter when he spoke her name as an introduction. The pale wolf would relax, slightly, guarded and wary still. “Tell me of your pack…” He trailed; his interest was only half there, he wanted to know but not necessarily because he was interested in joining yet. They were new here; he wasn’t going to just tie them down to the first alpha that came up to them.