crying wolf

*Hirundo* · 08-27-2020, 07:31 PM

The mare stopped, peering down her curved nose at the two little blobs of fur and mischief. Her nostrils flared at the realization that there was no one in need of help. She simply watched in silence, long ears flicking forward in peaked interest. It wasn't often she sought to help wolves, but pups, she could make an exception. Hirundo had learned early on that in this land, there was no room for her kind. Her peaceful ways were not forgotten, but if you want to survive, you have to be ready to fight. The mare had picked the worst time to travel to this land, deep in the winter, where food was scarce. She was often the victim of tracking and chasing, wounds and bite marks marring her pelt for weeks. But now, the mare had learned.

But clearly not enough, her mind straying, drawn by the scent of wolf-pup and seawater. The mare had missed the territory ques, but it mattered naught. Her ears perked at the sound of the voice that had screamed "help" so casually moments ago. Her lips curled in a smile that looked more like a snarl--intentionally mocking the wolves' strange facial expressions. She had never understood the need for such things. Just speak.

She paused, eyes closing as she debated responding or not. The mare decided she would leave soon. Pups never were unattended for long. Her companion seemed to agree, the crow fluttering up to land on her nose, cawing at her vehemently.

"Depends," she spoke, her warm voice strangely cold," I much prefer bobcat to wolf pup. Besides, neither of you look fit enough for more than a snack." Her eyes finally reopened, her head turning so she could peer down at their forms without Nihil obstructing her view.

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