With each reduced intensity, the alpha wolf's steps began to recede. Slowly, in almost insignificant strides, it began to retreat- snarling occasionally, as if to maintain a little dignity in the face of defeat.
But the alpha wolf's ego wasn't the only one that had been crushed.
Through the fog of grayness that had now engulfed the entire landcsape, Monica watched in awe as the scene played out. In a induced state of shock, the redhead's eyes widened with surprise as as the big bad wolf began to slowly back off- in slow tentative steps, away from the newbie?
Her head cocked, and her eyebrows clamped together in doubt.
There was no fucking way. Newbie? It was all too much of an explosive surprise. An ache rippled through her skull, causing her head began to throb violently. At that moment, while Monica's ego was taking a beating, the alpha wolf's backwards strides began to become more pronounced.
