Snippet #1861481

A brown wolf had come to the dog’s rescue and attempted to ram into Belle as she had rammed into the shepherd. He was successful but it only caused her to tumble and rip the flesh of the dog which was clenched between her steel-like teeth. Blood splattered across the white snow and darkened the red fur around Belle’s maw. The female rolled back over onto her feet and stood. Her brown eyes locked onto the other wolf and she snorted from her snout.

Shots fired from a human weapon made Belle flinch in a startle. Immediately, and without much thought, the female wolf went to the youngling and tried to urge her to run. Any other time, Belle would have thought the bark of the pup all too cute but with a human present, a mangled dog, and a wolf protecting the wrong side, it could wait for another time.

The ramifications of what Belle had done had not yet settled into her mind. She had blatantly attacked a human companion and he may very well notice that they were wolves, not just other dogs. What had just happened could create a ripple of events but for now, it was yet to be seen. There were always consequences to one’s actions and Belle had hardly a choice to make those actions.