Wolfs Pups

A female anthro wolf sat in a leather fitted chair with her feet set on the table as she brought a silver flask of vodka to her lips. Once her gray lips enveloped around the drinking hole, the being tilted her head back some to let of the alcoholic liquid run across her tongue and down its throat. "I honestly don't understand why you drink…" The wolf stated after setting the flask down on the pine wood desk. "You live too good of a life to feel depressed and you never share enjoyment with anyone else." A burp escaped from its furry lips then a pink tongue ran across its grey lips as it gathered specks of vodka across its lips and cheeks.

"Oh well, I guess it's just another thing you like to abuse…" The wolf brought its feet down and stood up reveling its full height to be five foot and ten inches. The wolf walked with a sway in her hip and gently caressing the desk with her hand that had a black glove with a round blue jewel on it as she moved away from it. No candles lit the room, only the ominous glow from outside the tent that seeped in through the tents thin walls was what guided her to a table in the middle of the makeshift room. There, lying on a vibrant handcrafted table was a leprechaun that wore a black Beastling Army commanding uniform.

The small man grunted as a black aura that surrounded his body seemed to affect the gravity on him painfully pushing him in to the wood. "Rommel, Rommel, Rommel…" The wolf said as she leaned on to the table, resting her elbows on the table and her head on her hands. "Do you understand what drove me to do this?" The wolf grinned staring at leprechaun in the eyes with a small smirk. "Zegar… You…betrayed…us…" The man manage to gasp. The smile disappeared from the wolf snout. "I didn't betray any one. One does not act against some they are loyal to unless they know their loyalty is being used."

"I…never…" Zegar slapped Rommel on the chest cutting him short. With ten times the amount of gravity on his body, the slap rattled his rib cage and caused him to howl in pain when one broke with a sickening crack. "Don't you dare act dumb commander. I should have seen your game right from the beginning, you little greedy bastard." Rommel just lie on the table still crippled in pain as the wolf circled her prey. Her bushy tail waged some after seeing someone who used her abilities for their own gain suffer. "I joined this war to have it end faster…" The wolf grasped a gold plate that had an engraving around the edging. "Not to serve your hungry desire for…useless trinkets." She stated after looking around the room, examining the wondrous items that handed on the wall and stored in glass cases. With a flick of her wrist, she threw the dish like a disk in to one of the casings. The glass and the fixtures inside shattered in to hundreds of pieces as the wolf continued you to circle her hostage.

After she reached the side where Rommel's head lye, she rested her furry arms to the side of his head and leaned down in to his face, nearly nose to nose. "You used me Rommel. Wolves don't like to be used." A pink tongue stuck out of the wolf's lips and ran across his face. A hungry growl escaped from her belly as the traitor moaned at the taste of her former commanding officer. "I guess its time to pay the piper as one says. But first, I think its fitting to explain to you what lead to this moment, to prolong you're suffering. What lead to the final moments of Commander Rommel."