On My Own

She was pretty angry. A feeling that was still foreign to the usually happy go-lucky girl. Pouting, she stared at the water...that is, until a foreign scent crossed her nose. Scenting the air, she glanced around until she spotted it. Her own fur bristling as she stared at the little thing. Was that...a puppy? It was...tiny. Why the heck was it here by itself? Was it lost? Well, whatever the case, she looked at it with clear disgust and disdain. It looked so weird! It's pelt was...well...to her, it looked like it had crawled out of a swamp or something. The green was nowhere near as vibrant as her sisters, and the rest of it just looked so...ugly. Maybe it really was born in a swamp! Poor thing. Though to Nixie, she was used to seeing more vibrant colors like her own, unless they were straight up plain like the majority of those who wandered the lands. But this one? She had never seen anything like it!

She eyed the swamp puppy. And it eyed her. A little ball of fluff just...staring. She was getting rather annoyed that it just stood there and stared. Not even saying a word. She had no idea whose kid this was, and she didn't really care to figure it out even by scent. She was so upset with her sister and that boy, that she didn't really even care to try to figure out that this thing was theirs. Finally, after long moments of the two just sitting and staring at each other, she finally broke the silence. "What do you want, furball?" Her voice wasn't very kind, if at all. It sounded...sharp. She didn't mean to sound that way, but after so much bull crap, it was hard being nice anymore.