Wahh, didn't get to proof read this all the way yet. But I wanted to get it up!
She didn't really feel the incision at first. She lowered her eyes as she watched the blood slowly seep from the wound, then into the ground bellow. Most of it sunk through but once the Earth had absorbed all it could, a small red puddle started to form. Leilah kept her eyes on the dirt, watching with a quizzical face. "Where did it all go?" In cases she had examined, things only took in what they needed. She consumed food because it kept her tummy from rumbling.. But what would the Earth do with blood? The sting of the mixing of the two canine's blood brought ripped her away from her thoughts, snapping her back to reality with a jolt.
Leilah couldn't help but feel strange about the things that they called her. She didn't believe that she had ever mentioned her name to the Angela, but Malakai she was sure she had. Yet he still referred to her as 'kid'. After contemplating these names for a few minutes, she came to believe that it must be similar to when papa had called her mom "honey,". She knew her mom was not a candied, sugary substance that bees made-- But mom had said it meant that she was sweet.
This was so much more land to explore then she was used to. She believed that her family did own a lot of land, but they usually stayed within one small area. Never once had she been allowed to venture out of the eye sight of a member of her pack. Every time that she would grow curious and start to wander a little further than usual, the adults would scare her back into order with stories of hairless monsters and evil sprites. She heard the directions her alpha directed at the man, but did not understand the threat that followed. Shrugging off the part she did not understand, the young dog just heeded to what she was told.
At the sound of Malaki's snort, Leilah took off after him. She almost stumbled over her own legs, and looked up shyly upon reaching his side. "Okay," She said, responding to his insisting about following the Alpha's instructions. "What is raped?" Asked the girl, referring to the previous statement Aeron had made about it. After giving him a few minutes to answer that question, she struck again. "What's charm like?" She questioned further, looking up at his face to ensure it would match his response. After this, she stopped talking. His words about his home were with nods, but after that, she just followed.
When they finally reached their stop, she could feel butterflies dancing in her tummy. She entered the house slowly, her tummy low to the ground. Her tail was tucked between her legs now. Not out of fear, but respect. Meeting the alpha was completely different than being welcomed into their home. She never had to show this respect to her parents, but this was dissimilar.
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