Coming down

Rose had been trudging along through the snow, sniffing around to see if any unfortunate creature had died in the snow, when her ears picked up the sound of two other wolves not far away. Coming to a stop, the small black wolf pointed her snout in the direction of the noises and tried to decide whether or not to approach. Being a pretty shy she-wolf, but also quite curious, she began padding towards the other wolves, staying in the shadows of the tree trunks as she did so, being as quiet as she could. Right as she got close enough to lay eyes on them, she heard a low growl from one. Peeking around the tree trunk, she saw an older wolf lunge towards a younger, yet still very large and bluish pup. She pinned her ears in distaste, as she abhorred fighting, but she stepped closer out of concern for the pup. To her surprise, she watched as the pup stood his ground to the older male and actually got his teeth in him. Ducking behind a much closer tree, she settled down to watch around the edge of the thick trunk, curious to see who might win this fight.