A soft blue and white wolf with odd characters running up her sides, like the rest of her family, padded through the woods. She was heading towards a cliff that looked out over the sea at the edge of her older brother's territory.
Crunch had been on edge since he had sniffed the border and found another male claiming land along their border. Gracia, finding this area soothing, had whispered to Twix where she was going and that she would be back later.
Pausing and taking a breath the Baby Ruth wolf paused, she had something wrong with her, an illness since she was a pup, but that never stopped the wolfess. Shaking her fur out she walked th rest of the way to the cliff. The smell of the salty water was everywhere, but she loved it.
