Domus luvenum Custodes
House of the Young Guards,For Pupsitters and Mentors alike.
It was upon the quick flee from Losi's wrath that you manage to entangle yourself in loose ends and looping circles in the wooded terrain you've found yourself lost within. The smell of Losi is still strong however and with the image of the male's icy glare still fresh in your mind the decision to keep moving is definitely the best option when weighed.
The fog rolls with the stretching night and the sun's just begun its long downward-dog stretch into the treeline for cover before it rests underneath the Earth. Perhaps you should rest too? Your nostrils flare, still rightfully cautious of your surroundings, and take a few side-steps towards a few hedge-crafted shrubs oddly lined up. Upon closer inspection you realize they're meant to be thickets - something to create thick borders to keep animals out - though the design isn't as tough as your birth pack's. After some shimming you sneak underneath the shrubs, sliding out into a small dugout. For some reason this pack has a thing with dug-out patches of line.
As you walk, ears pressed forward, something lures you in. A den.
Cleverly hidden within the forest, though notice once close, you eye it and give it whiff. Yup, definitely inhabited. As you back away, glancing around at the stretch of poorly-crafted thickets, you realize something. For once your paranoia was right.
Two wolves stare down at you, warm-toned, muscular-bodied males whose lips curl back to reveal their ugly snarls. Your fur bristles and tail tucks. Hell, nobody lets you explain anything.
As you begin to stammer, mostly verbalizing whines and apologies, something from behind you sets the dirty-masked male off the edge and he lunges forward. You yelp, growl in defense, and snag the wolf's scruff as he goes for your shoulder. You maneuver yourself away from the impact of the wolf's jaws, catching the briefest glimpse of a pup peaking its eyes out at you from inside the den.
What the hell.
It was after locking eyes with the pup did you find yourself on the ground, the other male glaring down at you with slobber drooling down from its snarled, agape jaw.
Shit.
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