Fight me

She followed the taste of salt in the air. There was a bounce in her step as she padded down the low incline, grass giving way to sand, trees fanning out before her. The plains were only a step away from the sea, and she wanted to explore every inch of her new home—starting here.

Her eyes went round at the sight of the lapping waves, ears twitching every which way. She had seen the sea before, but only briefly, tangential to whatever path she was taking at the moment. The she-wolf bundled down the slope, intending to dip her toes in the water, when another scent intermingled with the damp, saltine draft.

The only pack member she had met thus far was Sirius. It was a little funny: the Alpha, as formidable as he appeared, had not once looked half as pissed off as this guy, all curled lips and pinned ears. Malalia slowed to a trot, a healthy distance between her and her new packmate. “You look like someone took a dump in your breakfast,” she deadpanned.