#fox!samandriel

Delicate paws kick up leaves as they pace back and forth rapidly, and gold eyes never leave the wolf in their focus. The small, flexible frame appears half a size larger with hackles raised. Still, the pup is outmatched. Dean chuckles. He’s relaxed on his feet, his tail swinging easily behind him.

This end of the woods should rightfully terrify such a vulnerable young kit. Even without scent giving him away, Dean can tell he’s barely been born before now. All those teeth in his pretty face are still gleaming white and sharp as a hunter’s arrow.