Outside the Government Facility Fence
As soon as Belle’s iron jaw clamped down around the dog’s throat, she bit down with all her wiry muscle. She aimed to collapse it’s throat and to kill it. The wolf was not going to stop until that dog’s blood painted the shocking white snow all around her even if the shepherd had gotten a few bites down on her legs. But Belle didn’t release the shepherd’s neck. She gnawed at it and shook her head from side to side with ferocity only known by wolves. A large paw attempted to claw out the dog’s eye but Belle’s main focus was on crunching it’s neck and tearing it into pieces.
‘Why am I doing this’, she thought to herself silently while her eyes hardened even more. There was great danger in revealing herself to defend an unknown pup. But the pup was a wolf and there was that instinct which did not allow Belle to ignore the cry for help. Her nose could pick up the faint scent of a human nearby but Belle could only focus on the kill.
The coopery taste of its blood flowed over her tongue and stained the fur of her maw as it frothed with spittle. Every muscle of the wolf’s body was tense and ready to make whatever necessary moves needed in order to survive. Her eyes roved over to the pup once more and a silent plea was sent out for her to run.
If Belle failed to defend them, they would both die.