One day she will become something so much more than she is now. One day her short legs would grow longer, her big paws will seem normal and she will be able to carry herself much easier over any form of terrain. The dark-hued she-wolf trimmed with fine silver hairs was moving quite determinedly over the flat grass with numerous deep puddles. After discovering these spring storms she found herself fond when the weather turned. It was easier to move around during the day with the bright golden orb hidden behind the thick clouds. The roar of thunder seemed to have a hold on her, on occasion she would feel the ground itself tremble when the sky snarled. Those eerily dark green with the touch of sapphire eyes gleamed brightly when the lightning darted and tore through the sky. The cold rain that fell from the sky did not bother her at all, she did not mind their presence when they slammed into her luxurious fur. She was an adaptable creature and she would have to be, it was best that she was learning so very quickly in her young life...that what you want to happen may not always happen for you.

It was the sound of a bullfrog’s croak that seized her attention. Dark ears twitched each time the slimy creature spoke and gave away its position. Stupid creature. It was making her hunt easier. Gem like eyes twinkled within the gloomy fog as she found the creature that croaked, but her eyes shifted when she looked through the thick reeds and saw another small one, like herself and her brother. For some reason he felt the need to bark. Stupid. Shaking her head she would return to her froggy prey, that small frame now so very much lower to the ground than before, as each black paw went forward, crouching so very much closer. She would still herself when she was at a good pouncing distance, the frog still croaking around with its back to her. With a bold attempt she pounced towards the bullfrog as her dark claws manage to touch the frog, but he would take a jump forward and her face would smash into the ground. Frustrated her small and ferocious (truly it was an adorable sound) puppy growl was released as she flicked her head to let the mud fly as she chased after the frog, this time stretching her neck and sinking her milk teeth into the frog. Unable to stop herself she would tumble to the ground and roll through the reeds and land in front of the other boy, with the bullfrog clutched to her teeth.

Shaking her head she would smack the creature into the ground, its croaks silence eventually, and soon enough she had made her first kill. Lucky for her it was a small bullfrog. This was her toy now, this dead frog, and she would not share it with anyone. Well, maybe with her Brother. Lifting her head proudly she would turn away from the boy unconcerned with him at all as she made her way towards her brother as he just sat in front of the small pond. Black tipped tail traced with silvery fine hair swayed side to side behind her proudly as her charcoal coated chest puffed out. Reaching to her brother’s side she would bump the dead frog into him in a manner of play before turning her head sharply around to look at the other boy. Through their wanders she had never before met a small one like them that was around their age. It did not smell like Protector and Provider and so...he would not be seen as an equal to herself and her brother. Keeping the dead frog in her mouth she released another puppy growl as she attempted to talk, her cold voice carrying a muffled sound.

“Miiiinneeee”