Aava

The alphess of Pyrola Fields wandered around the back of the stores. The ground was littered with trash. She sniffed her way around, pushing away some cans here and there with her muzzle. Her white fur was easy to see in the dark backgrounds, but she was well protected with her strength, strong jaws, and needle-sharp teeth. She raised her paw and lifted her head and howled loudly. She knocked down a trashcan and burried around through it. If a human came, she would use her wolf fighting ways that could only be learned in the wild.

Aava

Aava howled again and padded off quickly.