The woman with cream-color that wrapped around her in a blanket paused, her gaze shifting to the mocha-colored wolf as she listened to his words slipping from his mouth. Her full attention was on the porcupine nearby. Her white-tipped ears swiveled from side to side and then back again. Curiosity ran through her veins as she had never seen this type of animal up close before. However, what was to come, she would rather not say.
Identification heard Eltrys' words, which carried warning tones. Regrettably, it was too late; she found herself ensnared in his trap. Perhaps Identification should have heeded the advice of the more experienced male. After all, he had lived longer than her. However, being young and naive, she foolishly ignored the warnings he tried to convey. Instead of retreating like she should have, she did the exact opposite.
The quills stabbed into her, causing a sharp cry of surprise as she frantically tried to remove the blades that the creature had launched at her. The pain was excruciating, bringing tears to her eyes as she gazed at Eltrys with a look of agony. Despite her efforts to free herself, the quills remained lodged in her skin, causing her to feel defeated with her tail tucked between her legs.
Identification
