Constance Mae Winterfield
Constance looked at the male wolf as he flattened his ears back and whimpered, a sign of being submissive. She relaxed a little and stood her ground as he slowly and quietly crept towards her. She looked at him wither her golden brown eyes and watched him closely.
Constance looked at the male wolf as he flattened his ears back and whimpered, a sign of being submissive. She relaxed a little and stood her ground as he slowly and quietly crept towards her. She looked at him wither her golden brown eyes and watched him closely.