Night sat down watching the snow with a hard face. Even as young as she was she seemed to always be thinking about something else. Her ears flicked on her small skull, while her huge paws staid steady. If she felt pain she would know that welts were begining to form from the cold ground, but she didn't know and she would probably have to pay for it later.
Her blue eyes burned as they gazed across the land, she could smell another wolf, but there wasn't anyone in her vision. It didn't take long for the she wolf to appear in the pups line of sight. She didn't make any movement, no fear hit her stomach, nothing came to her body cold as the eyes encased in her skull. The she wolf was pretty her light brown pelt covered a well sculpted form.
Nights' ears lay flat on her skull as she just stared at the terrain again, not even looking at Alexy. The question was present by a voice that carried melody. It made the young pups ears twitch as she took to all fours instead of sitting. "I don't have one" Whisper had told her that she wasn't her birth mother, the women hadn't told her why her real mother hadn't wanted her, only that she was dead.
Svara's daughter looked over at Alexy with her azure eyes looking at her with a cold glance that was errie for a pup so young. "I don't really need one either." Night said with a slick grin her mother used to always wear. The women could kill her easily, but death wasn't something the child feared, how could she when she didn't understand pain? Physical pain was a mystery to her.