Ylva (She-Wolf)

Hackles relaxed, tail down loosely, face smooth, ears tranquil.
Pushes her nose into another. They rub cheeks. Wrestle the jaws playfully.
She senses danger. Strange odors. She shoos her friend away.
Stands erect.
Mouth open. Tongue retracted. Neck arched. Hair bristled. Head high.
The threat moves closer. Branches crackle nearby.
She howls. Teeth bared. Ready to defend her pack.

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