At the female's frightened whispers, Lavendel's ears rose in interest, and she turned her head back to the other wolf. It seemed that the other didn't like what she had to say, and the female closed her eyes for a moment. Where was the black and acid green pelt of her brother she missed so much? The thought came unexpected, and Lavendel opened her acid green eyes again, glancing at the other female. Even though Lavendel wasn't the best fighter in the Summer, part of her wanted to steal one of the pups when they were born. Pushing the thought out of her mind, she opened her jaws to speak. Of course, before she managed to, her breath came in a few more pants.
"I'm sorry. I thought you already knew. I'm Lavendel Norden." Unsteadily, the female rose to her paws, glancing around for shade of some sort nearby. At seeing none, the female huffed, trying to sigh. The poor female next to her was probably feeling awful now; Lavendel didn't want any pups, either. The creatures were so sweet until they grew older, and so annoying. The little beasts weren't worth anything, not even the fact that Lavendel could make them into killing machines as they got older.
--Lavendel can be unpredictable, because she is not really insane, but not sane either. Depending on her mood, she can act insane or sane.--