Oddlings
Through the woods before you, a scent fills the area.
Mine, it emanates, touch and you will pay. It is a warning, a promise, from a he-wolf who does not, it seems, like to share.
Passing the border, approaching the dens, you might catch more. She-wolves in abundance, but the only scents you track of males are old, covered with the cloying stench of blood. It seems they are not welcomed here, in this land belonging to one.
Before you can retreat, a growl greets you as the alpha approaches, steps sure, lips raised, tail held high. His postures screams of aggression.
”You’ve reached my pack, my Oddlings, stranger. What business have you here? Do you seek our wares, our protection? Have you come with females who would bear my pups? Speak, wolf.”
”And if it was nothing but idle curiosity that brought you here...“ he snarls out gently, almost a purr, “I suggest that you start running.”
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