Dinner time

He had filed the stick almost to a point, and was fiddling with it to ensure it was perfect. He was in the process of picking up a new stick when something happened. The sudden motion of a wolf appearing through the snow startled him badly, he turned to her and dropped his stick. Baring his fangs as he arched his back, the fur along his spine rising. She didn’t do anything aggressive, just grabbed for a stick as if she had a right to his things, and started working on it. Her silence was as creepy as her sudden appearance.

“Hey! What do you think you're doing?” He challenged her, turning to watch her work. Grabbing his stick back off the ground as he did so. “That’s my stick, give it back now!” He ordered her, Thrall or not, he wasn’t going to let anyone steal his shit without reacting.


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