such a nice day, isn't it?

The young she-wolf was in the hazy state between wakefulness and sleep, mind wandering to happy memories of pup-hood adventures and family, grass soft and pillowy beneath her sprawled-out form. The sun’s rays warmed her fur pleasantly, giving her a feeling of comfort and false security. She was snapped back into the moment by a sharp and booming bark, causing her to scramble to her feet reflexively. “What the hell?!” She cried out, voice sharp with indignation, eyes scanning around wildly until they settled on an absolute behemoth of a she-wolf. Bellamy’s ears flicked back a little as her eyes ran over the source of the voice. The stranger was dark-furred and heavily muscled, and Bellamy couldn’t help but notice the numerous scars that littered her hulking form, raking down her face and foreleg. Oh, shit, Bellamy’s mind echoed, features blank with shock while her eyes betrayed whispers of worry. The other wolf’s features had shown a flicker of humour, but Bellamy wasn’t sure if that boded well for her.

What did this she-wolf want? Belle couldn’t yet gauge whether she was here to pick a fight or just have a friendly chat. In attempts to not betray weakness, Bellamy cleared her throat and lifted her chin a little. “Um… hello?” She said in an impudently questioning tone, trying to mask her agitation at where this situation could go. It was clear that the young female had been caught off guard and was trying to take control of the situation. Her green eyes were leveled at the she-wolf’s, shoulders tense in case she had to make any fast movements, jaw clenched and tail flicking.