Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
10-28-2018, 06:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-28-2018, 01:36 PM by Eisleif.)
Eisleif’s paws thundered upon the land she had been born to for the first time in years. The striped she Viking raced over the frosty earth, alone for the time being. She enjoyed the freedom and the cold wind on her face as her Northern home was returned to. Eisleif didn’t play, her run was a determined gait, however the small smirk on her lips proved she enjoyed herself. The landscape changed, giant pines began to spring up and the sun was concealed by their mighty boughs. She would have continued running, but the scent of strangers made her halt. Her gait slowed to a creep as she approached the clearing. Three wolves surrounded a turkey carcass, two seemed to be intent on stealing said bird from the younger wolf that protected his kill. Eisleif felt her sense of morality flare, stealing was wrong especially from one that was younger than you. If they could bully this boy why couldn’t they take their own kill? She felt a quiet growl bubble up in her throat as she appeared from the underbrush by a large white male who had remained silent thus far. ”Vhat filth.” She growled in her heavy accent. ”Stealin’ a kill from a boy? You shoul’ both be asheemed.” She looked back to the wolf standing over his kill. ”Shoul’ ve teach ‘em a lesson?” |
