I was born without this fear
For a moment, he has almost succeeded. For a moment, he can nearly taste freedom. But in the blink of an eye, that moment is lost as the low snarl of a wolf reaches his ears.
He knew he didn’t like the wolves.
His entire body goes rigid as the salivating wolf bears down upon him, his dark hair standing entirely on end. He ears flatten against his skull as he hisses at the menacing creature. He presses himself into the ground as he swipes with tiny clawed feet, doing his very best to scare the fearsome beast away. He could be very fierce too, he knows it. If only he were just a bit bigger.
But then the wolf’s jaws clamp around him, but rather than crushing, they simply hold him with startling gentleness. Not that this does anything to assuage the little black kitten’s terrifies rage. He squirms inside the beast’s jaws, an unearthly yowl escaping his surprisingly robust throat. He bites and spits, little claws needling in to any surface he can find.
When finally the wolf deposits him at Pyxis’ feet, Lupine’s entire body arches as he let’s out another (adorably) menacing hiss. His pupils are wide as he scrambles backwards, hair standing out straight in every direction, until he bumps into the red woman’s hoof. With a little growl, he snags his claws into her conveniently placed fetlock and scrambles a little clumsily up her leg until he’s able to pull himself onto her back.
His entire body is shaking by the time he reaches her withers, but that hardly seems far enough. With another hiss at the retreating wolf, he balances on his aunt’s neck, nearly slipping a time or two before he reaches the safety of the space between her ears. And there he crouches, trembling like a leaf as he tries to ignore the wolf man shouting at him.
Now only this seems clear
