Skull Kickers

The bloodloss had left her feeling weaker than usual, but she hadn’t slowed down just for that. She had slowed because she wanted to do a more careful walk across the border. She felt that Abaven should never have been in danger by a large cat, it should have scented their borders and fled immediately. Her large pack should be able to scare away even the most desperate foe.

She was slow to pull away from the border and make her way to the maple tree, and would arrive just in time to see Rhyme dodging the well aimed kick of an angry donkey. She couldn’t help herself, she felt laughter bubble up inside of her. Even when the ass aimed again, she was still laughing. She was slowly making her way towards them, but seriously, the sight of the angry equine taking on the wolf was a sight for amusement. “What did you do?” she wondered, before her eyes fell across the form of the baby. “Aw come on Rhyme, she’s protecting her kid.” The Alpha said, hoping Rhyme didn’t try and lash out at the mother - it was generally considered bad luck to attack a mother or a baby, how else did herb populations grow.