Oh my. Oh my, oh my. It was so beautiful the shining bauble that laid behind the clear glass. Belle wanted to reach out and grab it and kept the trinket to herself but the invisible wall kept obstructing her. The woman grimaced and pressed her forehead against it along with her hands then sighed.
“Why are all the pretty things always unreachable,” she moaned to herself and the wolf stamped her foot down into the snow. Her ears laid flat against her skull and her tail dropped down in a slump. However, something was heard on the wind by Belle’s all-too-keen ears and they pricked back up in a flash.
It was a scream; a yowl that spoke of danger.
Belle didn’t give herself another second to decide what to do as instinct took over. She pushed away from the window sill and broke out into a full sprint towards the location of the scream. Belle’s muzzle knitted together and her front teeth were bared as a growl gurgled in the back of her throat. A sense of protection was coming over her; a maternal instinct to protect a young one.
The cold air burned in Belle’s lungs but it did not stop her from attempting to barrel into the German Shepherd while releasing the held back snarl. Her maw opened wide and several dull teeth attempting to clamp down on the dog’s tender flesh at its throat. Belle’s brown eyes rolled over the wolf pup for a second before they hardened and the wolf continue to attempt to kill the dog.