War Pigs

The caved had long become her home, the cool stone frightening familiar. The began to stink of the pack that resided within its walls. But the stench of fear overpowered it, bringing her to entrance of the caves. Her sister blocked the path but before her stood a wolf. Leave. The last time herself had chosen to rid the pack of someone she had received a light scolding. Limbs propelled her forward, russet audits sliding forward, taking in the words of the man. "I'm sure father would want to see him first." She turned her blue and silver to her sister, lips curled back just slightly against her fangs, waiting for her larger sisters protest. Her gaze turned to the trembling man, finding him pitiful. Afraid of mere pups. He would find home here to be rather unpleasant for the weak, surely he knew that? "Do you not know of the power that lives here?" Her tones dripped dangerously, her gaze pinning the man before. He should feel lucky, saved from the wrath of her sister.