White lifted her head proudly, though not too high so as to expose the soft flesh of her throat, and regarded Tashmel with a wary eye. Though she received her
Kurev watched the brief sag in the alpha's strong demeanor as he mentioned his daughter. He could read the worry from every corner of Silverfoot's body as soon
"So. This is where you be." Tashmel snarled, approaching Loki. Loki stood tall, with a sneer on his face. He wasn't much scared of his father, heck he wasn't
Silverfoot smiled at Kurev's attempt to speak, with a nod showing he was appreciative that Kurev had, as it showed the determination and the gutsiness a wolf
White padded silently alongside Tashmel as he galloped off. She wondered briefly where her Fuhrer was leading her when an all-too-familiar acrid scent met her