I am not a naïve pup. I am four years old. I am an adult. I am not as innocent as I look. I know how to kill another wolf. I just haven’t done it before. I can protect myself. At least I think I can from this…from this I think his name was Malignus. I do not trust him. Every single fiber in my body was telling me to get away from him. I needed to get away from him and fast. My Savior is not here, but I know I need to return to her. I need to feel the warmth of her white fur against mine. I need to curl up tightly against my two brothers. I need to feel safe again. I do not feel safe here in the open at the lake. I do not like the fact he keeps on coming towards me. I told him to stay put and he did not listen. His smooth lyrics did not soothe me, but it did continue to rattle me. I attempt to make myself appear bigger than he thought. My dark obsidian fur flares up and the crimson along my hackles bristle. I am sweet, but I do bite, I know how to bite and I know how to make it hurt.

I watch as he lowers his head and laps up some of the water. He is grows still and I silently stare in such a way that I approve. It is good he is staying put. He needs to stay where he is at. I do not want him near me. I know for sure I didn’t ask him to be. It is when he moves that I tuck my crimson tipped ears back. I take a few steps backwards, my red paws leaving the mucky feeling of the wet sand below along the banks. I do not want him any closer and yet he is still trying to invade in my personal bubble. His grin is not as charming as he thinks. It is sickening and making me feel extremely uneasy. His attempt to flatter me falls on deaf ears. I know I am not that pretty looking. My face is like Mother’s, it is ruined, and like her I accepted it. I do not like being lied to. I don’t think it is best if I explain to him my thoughts about my scars. He is not a friend. He is…he is…well he is dangerous I think, a threat, and I need to stay away from threats. The only thing he was right about was that I was indeed leaving and I had yet to give him my name. So, I think I will give him one and not the other as I continue to walk back towards the inviting woods that would provide me safety.

“My name is Raven.”

There he knows my name, but that does not mean I will listen to him. I do not like his winking. I find it odd and not natural. It is when he glances up to look at the night sky that I whirl around and make a dash for it. My russet paws barely make a sound in the field as I head for the thick woods, my violet eyes widen as I take in my surroundings. I tear through the thick bushes not minding if some of the gnarly branches cuts through my thick fur. I twist and dodge past the tree trunks using my long limbs and small frame to my advantage as I run away from him. I do not know what he said when I left him. I just hoped I gave myself plenty of time to run away. I need to find the safety of my Savior and her den. I want to feel safe again, because right now I do not feel safe at all.