scared of things to come

"Well, I don't exactly think the other group is their friends. I think that their alpha had to make a very difficult decision," Theory said, burying her own bitterness about the situation. Desolate was already so preoccupied and worried. Theo didn't want to add to his anxieties if she could help it. "Maybe everyone will try extra hard if there is more at stake, yeah? It will be a different kind of spar, that's for sure," she conceded. "Besides, we have plenty of resources. No one will go hurt or hungry. I've also been assured that they will return anything that they take from us with interest. That doesn't sound so bad, right?" Theory continued, trying to sound amiable. Their walk took them towards the edges of the plains where the grass was shorter and scrubbier. The cool morning air was a sharp change from the warmth of the den but she could feel her blood beginning to pump as they got going. Warmth crept into the pads of her paws as she moved along at a clip. You couldn't get too cold if you kept moving.