Common Ground

He inclined his head toward the noise, a forlorn expression written across his features. He rose to his feet, just barely towering over the younger wolf. "And who might you be?" He hissed. He was in no mood to play with pups, no mood to deal with younger wolves. Fuchsia eyes widened slightly as the realization dawned on him that such a young wolf would not be alone, and would most likely have a mother or father that would gladly rip out his throat given the chance. A small snarl rose from his lips as he stepped closer to the girl, fully intending to hold her hostage if a trap was sprung. "Where are your parents?" He growled threateningly, his fur bristled, his tail raised and his ears pinned back

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