Scallywag stretched her long, lanky legs in the moist dirt outside the den she shared with her sister and her mother. Father was always lurking, his scent regular and familiar to the pirate wench. It was clear the more she grew that she would outweigh her mother considerably and that she may even get bigger than Maud. Secretly, this pleased her immensely. She couldn't very well be a bruiser if she was Mother's size, and Maud always seemed to be above everything that Scallywag suggested, thus at least this way she would be able to bully her way through life. She was blind in one eye but that didn't slow her down in the least. Why would she miss something she had never experience? Sure, it was taking her a little bit better to judge just how far something was away from her but it was nothing that she couldn't adapt to and be better at. Her mouth opened and the pink tongue wrapped itself over the white teeth that had yet to be truly tested against bone and sinew.

The wench stood up straight, clearly meant to be the muscle to someone's grander plan but she didn't know it quite yet. The silvery grey pelt glimmered in the sunlight and it was then and there that she decided to leave the dens she knew, and the company she knew to seek out some new adventure. Family be blasted! They would never cage this creature and hang her up high for all to see. She would creep around, she would find some benign adventure to cut her teeth on. Perhaps she'd steal a carcass from some hapless creature. She felt her stomach roll in hunger and decided yes, this was an excellent idea. From beneath the canopy of trees that stretched their branches up into the skies in an effort for godliness, she saw black outline of a bird of prey circling. She knew those signs. Where there was circling almost always there was something delicious to snack upon!

With one last look towards the den she had spent most of her life in, she embarked on a new adventure and a new chapter in her young life. Scallywag's trot quickly broke into lope as she weaved between pines and birches. When she evened herself with the circling birds it was clear that she was following a false lead. There were no scents of carrion to be found. Instead, she found the scent of another lone wolf. Mother had always cautioned about strangers, reminding them that a wolf could kill you sooner than talk to you. Scallywag's harmless adventure swiftly changed into something more sinister and the thought that she could die excited her in some sort of twisted way that was surely encoded into the very fiber of her being. She lowered herself, using the brush of the forest floor to hide her while she stalked this new creature. It was only when she feared that the other was going to leave her boundaries that she exposed herself. In her head she was a fearsome beast, but in reality she was a less than a year old, exposing adult teeth that were just coming in and sported a lanky, lean body that was not going to intimidate most prey let alone an adult wolf.

She put on her most intimidating self on display but found that there wasn't the feeling behind it. The hair on her ruff fell back down but she still exposed the pink of her gums. "HALT! Who goes there? Why are you in my woods?!" It became apparent that she had no idea what exactly she was doing, and that perhaps she had drank too much rum again. Still, she was a brave-hearted wench with all the intentions to stir up a little trouble and then sit back and watch the explosion. After all, she was the daughter of the most clever wolf in all of Moladion and her twisted, dark lover. There was bound to be something mentally wrong with her.

HEAVE HO, THIEVES AND BEGGARS
NEVER SHALL WE DIE