My father's legacy

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Had she known the sinister forces that lurked in the orchard the masked woman would have remained hidden in her den till the spring had passed. As it was she was blissfully unaware, or rather unware they lurked so close by. Cirala was not ignorant, she knew there were those that would see her as an easy target and with no pack scent upon her fur no doubt there would be little to deter them from at least attempting something. Still she liked to think she knew how to protect herself. The next few minutes would prove just how wrong she was.

His voice was soft but nonetheless she jumped, swinging around as quickly as she could manage to plant hazels upon the intruder. He had kept some distance between them but it did little to calm her nerves knowing that he had managed to sneak up behind her so silently.

“Who is it that cares?” She retorted, not bothering to hide her distrust.