The Kookaburra Sits In The Old Gum Tree

Gavroche heard something approach and his struggles grew quiet. Wide eyed he looked up at a a stranger, a woman much bigger than he was himself. The multi-colored youth lowered his ears to his skull, a soft whine escaping his lips. He hated being helpless… having to rely on others to save him. Just like when Keno attacked him and his sister. That day still pained him… even Melanthios, who had a chance to become Keno's heir, had defended them… and after that Gav hadn't seen his littermates again.

Her sickly sweet smile and how the woman watched him made the young man uncomfortable. He lowered himself as much as he physically could to the ground, green eyes never once leaving her. “Both of my parents were wolves, ma'am.” The boy squeaked out. He knew he was in a vulnerable position. Did this woman set this trap here? Or did she play to play with him as a cat played with a mouse before killing it?

“We could use a paw, if you wouldn't mind.” Houdini was bolder in asking for help. She glanced at Gavroche with ears twitching. “The lad is hopelessly tangled in these things. He won't be able to get out on his own.” Gav gave a soft whine in response to her words. What if this wolf was dangerous? Normally Houdini was the one considering such things… but in this situation it seemed she ignored the potential danger.