To Legacy it was unthinkable to have a seperate personality from your own. She was herself, and nothing more. Maybe she hadn't finished figuring out who she was, and maybe she'd change when she was older, but those parts of her that she did not control - the emotions, the instincts - were not things to conceal or ignore. Especially out here, alone, where she was all she had. Her heart was like a flag, emblazoned right across her face and gestures.
Not for a moment did she mistake his advancement as anything other than deadly serious. Nor did she think to match his brutality. The savage words shook her, and the girl bared her sharp teeth in return. Could he really kill me? She was taller, and he was apparently crazy...but Legacy didn't at present have a particularly strong taste for violence. Especially not towards her own kind. She'd met all shapes and sizes of wolf, and the coyote puppy was just another of these to her, cast in the same mould. If he hadn't insulted and threatened her, she wouldn't even have considered hurting him. Provocation made her reckless, quelled her nerves. She was naïve, but determined.
"Come 'n then! Why don't you try it?" she flared back almost instantly, but didn't take the step forward that he'd placed his ultimatum on. Golden fur bristled and the small puppy stood her ground.
Then the next moment she realised she wasn't on her own any more. Endymion distracted her, though only momentarily, from the spectacle of Andre. Legacy both adored and looked up to her big half-brother, and usually would jump at the chance to spend time with him, but she was caught up in her fury at being so rudely treated by the Lykoi child. She shot her sibling a quick look, but there was no time for greetings. What was this? She still needed a babysitter? Perhaps. But perhaps she could prove otherwise. "Go 'way Endy!" was what she said, quickly, on impulse and promptly flinched at Andre's snarled words, a far more aggressive echo of hers. She felt she'd been mean now, but any hurt feelings of Endymion's would have to wait. It was the boy's fault, not hers. He deserved to be taught a lesson.
