OOC: Since Night has been living with them I guess it would be expected she knows Kable and Amartha.  If you don't like that just tell me]Night sat outside with her black fur covered in mud, only her blue eyes peered out from under her case of dirt and burs. She had been wandering the woods and surrounding area for about an hour, getting into anything and everything. Cuts crossed over her pads from where she had stepped on many stones and sharp objects, while some blood crusted on a small scratch on her muzzle. She was three months old and already didn't want anyones help. No one had looked into what happened her her mother. Something came and took her away, later Night would learn the concept of death and how whisper would no longer be whispering again. Laying down on the ground right outside the tree line the sable girl was happy to say she was an independant, young and free of rules unlike Kable and Amartha whos' mother still watched over them.
Her small ears twitched when she heard something moving. Looking up Kable was coming from the house looking around what almost seemed in relief. Getting to her paws Night let her small tail jerk up. She wanted to pounce, bring him to the ground and taste the dirt. All because she wanted to, because she could! Her baby muscles tensed and her small fangs bared. Temptation licked at her paws urging her to scare the crap out of the younger pup. She'ed wait just a little longer. |
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