Low growls broke through the happy moment and the emerald pupils floating in the distance, blanketed in the black between the trees multiplied. She dropped the ration to the floor and nuzzled herself in my waist. I finished off the nip of whiskey and pulled out the service weapon. She backed away again, but I patted her on the head.
"This ain't for you...it's for the wolves."
"Wolves?" she swallowed spit after she said it.
"Lobos."
"Lobos?"
"Stop repeating me, be quiet."
"Be quiet?"
"Shut..." my insult cut short when the growls grew louder.
A wet wolf's snout was peeking into the slit of moonlight I could see. I drew the weapon up, aiming at his head. Halo start shaking, gripping me tightly, throwing my aim off. I let one hand fall into her hair, gently rubbing it to sooth
