The growl arose fromthe wolf's throat when the girl stepped forward in defense of the young prince its icy fur all fluffed up and turning sharp on the outside but the fur near the young prince was so soft and smooth like snow.
"M-m-m-m-my father is a n-n-n-nice man. " he said in slight protest, he knew no better he thought thats how all fathers treated their sons, brutal and harsh yes but it was all he knew nothing else. He winced when she wanted to sleep in a bed " I, I can't D-d-d-dad would call it rude you can t-t-t-takd the bed" he stuttered whining and hiding in the snowy white fur.