Robin’s wolf was a mix of grey and brown patterns. But now it looked more brown than grey. She tackled the rogues and was few times thrown on the pile of mud. She couldn’t wait until she could wash it all out.
The rogues retreated after few hours of resistance. They were a lot more this time, tackling their soldiers from different sectors. Robin didn’t know rogue wolves were this big, she expected them to be smaller but they were as big as Alpha wolves.
Robin’s wolf tried to reach their base without stepping on blood and the wolf remains. Though she had caused some of those she still felt sad for the dead wolves sprawled in the forest. Robin avoided killing them for as long as she could, she would scratch the wolf’s belly, or bite down but never break the necks or cause immediate
