I swear I'm not a trespasser!

The plains that border the castle have always called to the hodgepodge colored girl and today is no different. Long stalks tickle her sensitive belly and she giggles with joy. They also conceal the pup who is currently bouncing around, enjoying the warmth that the sun offers and the cool kiss of the ocean breeze that ruffles her fur. Life is simple for Callie and, while it can be extremely boring, she knows that she is safe within the pack’s borders.

Or, so she thought.

The sound of someone close by has the girl quieting and hunkering down, mismatched eyes moving to observe the wolf that stalks closer. Usually there are patrols that run the length of this place but someone seems to be slacking today since there is a stranger sauntering toward the castle! Small jaw unhinges in disbelief as she watches the black and silver wolf part the grass with long, slender legs. Eyes narrow as watches the lady’s progress and Callie lifts her nose to sniff at the air, making sure what she suspected at first glance is correct.

Sure enough, there is no scent of the Hallows on this stranger and Caladia knows this wolf is trespassing. The thought of making her uncle Art proud stirs the pup into action as she puffs out her little chest and springs up from her hiding place. With a shrill bark to get the intruder’s attention, Caladia races forward, placing herself in the stranger’s path and bristling like a tiny hedgehog. With as commanding a voice the small pup can muster, she squeaks, “Stop! You’re not suppos’ to be here! Who are you?!”

Body practically bounces with tension and more than a little excitement. Oh, maybe uncle Art will give her a special gift for stopping them!


"Caladia Carpathius"