08-21-2018, 02:28 PM
Sawtooth refuses to think beyond the current day. If ever asked about the future, she gave a haughty laugh and galloped away. Savage little things like herself did not spare much thought to the coming days - only the current one and what it could bring them.
Like how she is forever lazing among the rocky hills in wolf-form. Or tumbling into the warm springs on purpose, usually.
She was currently drooling and snarling occasionally over a rib. It had come from none other than her own mother. Sawtooth was just sucking it clean of the last scraps of marrow but couldn’t quite bring herself to further crack it open to get at the gristle. So she began to play with the bone instead.
The wolf-pup rolled about and knocked the bone around. Until the thunder of a galloping horse made her sit up and flatten her wolfy ears to her head. Black eyes followed the zippy little folly that zoomed about. Sawtooth stretches and stretched, even yawned before slinking after the foal in a predator’s stalk.
She would have pounced but thought better if it. Big brother might have something to say about her pouncing on his mercenaries’ children. Sawtooth swallowed a sigh and plastered a toothy grin on her face as she ran alongside the speedy girl. “Bee sting your butt?” she couldn’t help but laugh and no, she had no manners - feral children seldom do. “Never seen someone run so fast through here. Too rocky. Might break a leg.”
@[Mary] ❤️