Alpha Spirit

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  Hima lifted her pure white muzzle from the ground at the sound of crunching leaves she had scented the ashen wolf before she saw him.  "Go away Santos," she growled as he came through the bushes tail held high as if he owned the place.  She hated that he always went around like he owned this valley and it was hers.
  The ashen wolf chuckled boyishly, "Don't think I'm going to…" he tilted his head as if thinking then shook his furry face, "Naaa, I'm stayin' shorty."  She lunged at him, jaws snapping at his throat.  It's not like her small teeth could do much damage but it was worth her trying.  "Hey, hey! I was only joking Hima!  No need to get your tail tied in a knot!"
  She growled at him and spat out as she stood on his soft belly, "Don't call me that again!"  She was fumbling for a comeback insult, "M….m…… Mixmatch !"  Her eyes sparkled triumphantly as she saw the look of hurt flash over his face, good so know he knows how it feels.   He pushed her off and began to run back home, she sighed and went back to her empty house.  She shifted opening the door, "Hey dad!" she called out as she shut the door and crossed the floor to his room.  She grabbed one of his shirts and put it on then curled up in a small ball on his bed, tears sliding down her cheeks.  "Why'd you have to leave me?" her voice was young and innocent.  Hima was ten and she now had to take over the pack, she knew her father would want it that way and she refused to disappoint him.