“Come! On! Are you even aiming?!”


“I-I’m trying!”


“Try harder then!”


A wolf girl, who looked to be around 19, was standing behind a meek squirrel who was just as old and gripping a bow much too hard. In front of them was a makeshift archery range where targets were painted onto trees with what looks like berry juice. The two wore warm jacket

5
years past the death of King Darryl…
Queen
Bronwyn was sleeping soundly in the Royal Library, head wedged
between the pages of a book as drool leaked out of her mouth and onto
the floor. She had been studying during the late hours of night,
which lasted until her eyes fluttered shut and her head slammed
forward. Upon her insistence, the Royal Librarian, a younger eagle
who went by the name of Barnham, had draped a blanket over her as he
kept watch to protect her. 
When
she awoke, it was

“And
that one goes there...” The wolf huffed as she stepped back to
check her handiwork. In front of her was around 1000 pounds of
dynamite, all armed and loaded inside of a cave that lay below a
castle’s armory.
“No
armory means no weapons, no weapons means no soldiers, no soldiers
means no army, and no army means—“
“Means
we lose the war, right, Bronwyn?” The wolf paused, cursing her luck
as she looked back towards the tunnel and sighed.
“It
means we won’t have a needless w

She
enters, looking around nervously and biting her lip. "Hello?..."
It's
a neat room that looked like it belongs to a teenager. A lone brown
furred wolf wearing a coat and black pants was lying in bed, playing
with a phone. The room had closets for clothes, a computer and even a
game station. It was a regular room for a teenager. “Hmm? Who’s
there?” The teen wolf asked
She
chuckles nervously, cocking her head. “It’s me, Auntie Oleya."
Looking around the room, she steps