Thread: Alpha Wolf {Winter & ForeverMischievous}

When Klara left her house and headed to her car that morning, early enough that the morning cold and dew fogged up her glasses, she sighed. Something, and she didnt know what it was, told her that today wasnt going to be a good day. When she arrived at her workplace, Whispering Woods animal shelterthe only one in that small town in the mountains, she learned why she had had that feeling earlier. She was the only one there at the moment the place was so small it had hardly any employees, but a clipboard had been left on her desk the night before. There was some very grim news on it. Im sorry, big guy, she said a few minutes later in the dog room, forcing a grim smile on her face as she bent slightly, looking at what had quickly become known as the biggest, meanest dog in the shelter. He had been found wandering around in the woods a few weeks ago, and after what she had heard was a very difficult capture operation, he had been brought back here. Ever since, the staff had been trying to work with him to get him to calm down, but it was impossible everyone who got close to him got snapped at, or worse. Even as she took the file from the little basket hanging off of the cage, he snarled at her, jumping against the door of the enclosure in an attempt to get out. Obviously, because of the animals temper, the staff had said that he was going to have to be put down. She had been the only one to advocate for him, saying that she was sure that his behavior problems could be fixed if they worked with him just a little longer, but it was becoming clear with time that that just wasnt going to happen. And now a decision had been made. It wasnt in his favor. Sighing, Klara crossed out the arbitrary name that had been given to the dog by the rescuer that had brought him in, tucking it into the papers attached to the clipboard. He wasnt going to be needing it any more, and it was best not to give anyone who visited during the day the impression that he was up for adoption. Stepping away from his cage, she went to the storage room, getting out the big tub of food. She poured some into a freshly cleaned dish for each dog, and then she walked up and down the line of cages, doling out pets and scratches behind the ears when she opened the cage to put the food inside. She paused when she passed the enclosure of the big, doomed dog, and then, quick as a flash, she opened the cage and put a dish of food in when the dog had moved over to the corner for a brief moment. She managed to close and secure the door just as he charged it. Even closer this time than the last. Over the next few hours, until the shelter opened for the public, she fed the other animals in the shelter, and did what cleaning needed to be done in the various rooms. By the time she was finished, it was just about 10 AM. After a rush to the bathroom to make sure that her long, blonde hair hadnt gotten too mussed up when she had had to chase down the cat that had dashed from its cage, she brushed a little tuft of stray fur off of the sweater that concealed her sizeable bust, and then flipped the little sign on the front door of the animal shelter from closed to open.