I don't care

Silver paws kissed the earth, each placed ever so carefully so as not to fall into one of the many bottomless pits. Silenced blanketed the cavernous land, only the sounds of her soft breathing interrupting. That is until an ear splitting howl shattered everything. Lips twitched, curling to reveal just the tips of two fangs. A hiss came from the feline that trailed behind her, tiny ears pinning against her spotted skull. "Noisy bastard." She huffed, bringing a smirk to the larger womans face. But now she was intrigued. Whoever it was was in trouble. She swung her bodice towards the source, altering her course, ignoring any complaints from the feline.

Following her ears, she stopped at the edge of a hole that actually had a bottom that you could see. And in it sat a pup, all alone. He was clearly exhausted from trying to escape. "Lost little one?" She cooed gently to the little wolf, hungry coral gems watching him intently. The hole was deep, not deep enough that she couldn't get out, but getting out with a pup in tow would be interesting. "Where are your parents?"

Who would let such a youngster out their sights, especially in such a dangerous part of the land. She hadn't encountered anyone else, unfortunately. She was growing restless, craving the taste of blood. But never had she killed a pup. Nor was she about to start. It was the only minuscule shred of morals that she had.

Taking a brief moment to take in the pups appearance, the first thing she noticed was his bright orange eyes, so peculiar. His pelt was a rich ivory, dirtied by his attempted escape, a dark charcoal strip ran up his face and between his ears, front limbs dipped in the same coloring. He was probably no more than a few months old, but she couldn't be sure.


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