Hush Meadow Fleetwood

The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon. Anglo carries himself out of the den and toward the meadow. He lifts his nose to the air, taking in a deep breath. The morning dew clings to the air, creating a moist atmosphere. The emerald blades of grasses are springing from the earth's surface, cushioning his paws as he walks. He was still getting used to his new home, but he was certainly enjoying it thus far. As he paces on the very edges of the pack border, he marks a few trees.

He knew he could be a great guardian, but if his family needed him to do otherwise, he would without second thought. As he walks along, his eyes spot something near the edge of the meadow. He pauses, ears pushing forward as his orange-brown gaze focuses. A doe begins to graze under his watch. Anglo lowers himself, watching in silence. The doe lifts her head and steps forward before her neck stretches downward. She nuzzles something, and Anglo continues to watch. A fawn lifts its head from a bed of grass to nurse.

Anglo feels his hunting instincts kick in. He could kill the fawn easily, but should he? Watching the mother and fawn interact made him feel guilty. His mind travels back to when the silvery leader munched down on a rabbit that Keith had brought back. She needed as much food as she could get for her pups.