Sema’s eyes flashed dangerously as she gazed around, the lagoon calm that day as she had chosen to visit the area. The ugly snout of an unusual creature that she was all too familiar with appeared. It was followed by the long, sleek, orange and white fur. The answer to the puzzle was simple; it was a fox. She knew the dangers of facing a fox in battle, and she had enough sense to tell her not to do it. The ego in her would be lifted, she knew if she went and took on the nasty thing by herself. Yet, she hesitated, something she had never done before. She wasn’t afraid too, but she wasn’t sure why she couldn’t. Perhaps it was the feeling of self-worth that she no longer had to prove to herself, she had her family, a pack that lifted her up when she fell and she did the same for the others.
A small emotion shown in her eyes, it was strength mixed with pity, the pity involving a man, a man she knew far too well that she longed to see again. She spoke of her father, the man was strong, courageous and he knew how to deal with damn creatures like foxes. She knew that her siblings would be brought up like she had, only with less violence in their lives hopefully. Maybe someday, she would meet some of her siblings, she knew that her father had been in a relationship with another female before her mother, but she had yet to meet the arctic wolf or any of the offspring that was led by his love.
She slunk into the shade of a tree, gazing around, wondering. She wondered, listened and commemorated the young stage in her life. One that her parents thought she would never reach, it was peace and freedom. She finally understood her parents lessons. Not just understood them, she understood the importance and it was time to continue on. She never took her eyes off the fox, she knew better then to do that. A fox was cunning, sly and sneaky. It could attack if she ever turned her back, or if she ever closed her eye in its presence. It was lesson number one from her mother, and from her father. Stay away from foxes or you’ll get hurt. Then the worst happened, there was another, and another after that. Three foxes in one area meant wolf meat for dinner. For the first time in her life, she was a bit scared. Her pride wouldn’t save her this time. Sometimes she wondered if there could be fakes, some wolf whom had the right fur tone to be a quacksalver and fake being a predator. If there was a wolf who could howl like a coyote or growl like a grizzly. She might never know and she couldn't blame herself for it.