Banshee had been waiting for her siblings to wake up for quite some time. Patience had yet to develop within her tiny brain and mere minutes felt like long hours. She rested on the ground within the warm den with her tiny cranium on top of big paws. She was the largest of the three healthy pups but also the more 'normal' looking out of them all. From what their parents said she was partially inflicted with her father's white pelt, like Recluse, but much less. Mordecai seemed to take much more after their mother's side of the family with flame like fur and a long tail. Though, at such a young age the little babe was not riddled with vanity just yet. All she knew is she could beat up her brother and sometimes even her sister due to her more then healthy weight. The greyscale pup finally stood upon four large paws and perked her head up. With her tail wagging swiftly her chipper voice called out through the den. "WAKE UP!" Commanding and bossy as ever the mischievous pup felt proud. With mother and father gone there were no rules. Eulogy kept them in the den and fed them but other then that the mahogany Wolfess had no authority to lay down the law. Even at a young age Banshee was taking advantage of anything she could. ""

His heart thumped in accordance with slow, shallow breaths. Serenity was plastered across his face as he slept. At peace, his consciousness swirled in the land of dreams, oblivious to the physical world. When the young prince was asleep he lay as still as a brick. The only movement was the slight rise and fall of his chest. It was hard to imagine that this was the same boy that tore around from sun up to sun down, terrorizing his parents and sisters with his selfish tantrums. In sleep he was angelic, his face as fresh as a dew drop, making gentle snuffling noises as he breathed, hugging his elongated tail, as long as his tiny bodice, to his chest. The world was a blur when the young boy snapped his eyes open from his older sister shout, and random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of his thoughts, as though they were being blown about viciously by a hurricane. Banshee command momentarily brought him back to the outside world, What are you barking about he rose his cranium to arch his brow at her but after a second he was once again lost as his head fell on the ground. The whole world simply felt low resolution for the boy, a bad quality movie. Confusion blossomed in his heart and he knew that sooner or later he would need to wake up. To stare reality in the face. Speech

Recluse watched her sister with half lided eyes, the brightness of the sun outside was painful even here in the dim of the den and she didn't particularly want to go rushing outside the same way he siblings seemed too, though she did not know why they didn't seem particularly bothered by the blinding brilliance of the day time. She was most comfortable in the evening, the sun dipping it's painful rays beneath the horizon... but that usually meant they had to go back to the den. Banshee's shreik, her name seemed fitting if their father's stories were true, made the girl jerk her head back. A light growl rumbling in her throat. Still as the yell awoke their slumbering brother Recluse found her attention pulled to her favorite pass time. The girl wobbled to her paws, and stalked as smoothly as she could, which is to say with no grace what so ever, behind Mordi. She turned to her sister, fixing her with a wicked smile. "Shhh" She shushed, loudly. Then she'd try to grab her brother's tail in her jaws, aiming to gnaw on his unguarded appendage with her sharp puppy fangs. speech think action

with hannibal and nephthys gone Eulogy was left to care for their pups. Between them and their cramped den conditions they were getting to become alot to handle. She was on her way after leaving them overnight to sleep. She'd put them to bed and covered the den entrance with a shield of weaved twigs. It had hurt to do that but they weren't hers. Even if they might see her as a caregiver they'd never see her as anything else but their father's slave. She had two hares in her jaws by the legs. This was breakfast time for them. Today she had work to do and she intended to make them play in the clearing in front of the den while she cleaned up Hannibal's den. She had hardly spoken since she was marked by him. Her trust was broken by the Male. She came to the den and nosed the shield away with a sharp intake of breath and wince as the scabs were scraped by the sticks. She didn't cry out though. No need to scare the pups. As if they probably wouldn't be scared enough that their parents had yet to return. She took a couple breaths to steady her watery eyes before ducking inside. Already the three were awake. A sigh and she dropped the rabbits for them with a plop enough to alert them without words to the source of food. She was then moving back to a corner to wait. Her body curled up as she watched them. Silence was what they probably knew of her now, though she had been probably the gentlest thing last night with humming to them until they slept soundly. No words had still been uttered then though. Mordecai was the smallest and her heart did go out to him but she knew better. All three were Hannibal's children and likely to become monsters like him. "speech"

Banshee watched as her beloved siblings woke up. Little lashes fluttered as four beautiful eyes came into view. One day the earth toned pup would learn to respect her litter mates but right now she was ready to play. A grin was spread across her inky lips and her rear wiggled with excitement. Mordi was the first to respond with annoyance and a quick birb back her way. Ban giggled gently before looking towards her pale sister who was stalking Mordi's tail. "Don't be a party pooper, Mordecai." Suddenly Recluse launched on top of Mordi's super long tail. A flurry of puppy growls and giggles could be heard as Banshee moved to barrel into her brother's side. It was often the small male was double teamed by his bigger sisters. In their hearts they meant well. All they wanted to do was play! Banshee aimed to moved her front paws on top of Mord's head and squish it down to the earth. "We have caught a Mordi!" ""

Sleep comes like the falling of an axe over the young Lord. He knows it must come but he always fought it with everything that he had. He hate it. Hated it all. Those defenceless hours, oblivious to his surroundings were enough to light up his whole body with fiery sparks. He was utterly wired until that time when he could not fight it anymore and the sleep was as instantaneous as it was unwelcome. He hated it fore just like Death, it put even the most strong on their backs. When his thoughts became nonsense, and all the more interesting for it, he knew he was falling asleep. Now all he had to do was let go. Easier said than done with his two brats of siblings. The moment he felt tiny teeth on his elongated tail his bi colored lenses fired up. He was wide awake by the moment Banshee lounged at him. Guuuuys! he squirem under Ban's paw, excessively long tail lashed within Recluse mouth as she used it as her personal chew toy. He was always under attack of his petulant sisters but what could he do? He was the smallest of the litter and therefore the only that got bullied; like a twisted fate. Since the slave is useless, he growled in his high-pitched boyish voic that sounded more like a yelp than anything, Father will hear about this! she squirmed again, somehow managing to rotate on his back which needless to say could be even worse. Speech

Victory! Her tiny jaw clamped down on her brother's elongated tail, growling slightly as he thrashed it in her mouth, and she bit harder, not in malice but wanting to keep her grip. She glanced up to see Banshee pressing Mordecai's head into the ground; so they had him pinned! He squealed in outrage and as she heard his words Recluse couldn't help but laugh, releasing her hold on his tail. "Gonna tell daddy you got beat up again?" She taunted, racing around her brother's prone form to stand beside Banshee, pressing into her sister's side slightly. She grinned down at her brother, no malice on her face as she teased him. In truth she didn't recognize what she was doing could be considered cruel; it was just play after all. "Ban's right, don't be a party pooper!" speech think action