The Blood Runs Deep

The young monster was chewing on a bone that had come from their father's last kill, working her jaws and trying to get at the marrow within. All around her were scattered piles of shattered bones and gristle, and there was a bit of fur by her right paw. Her left ear twisted, the tan shell catching the sound of her other brother's voice. With a small growl, she turned her head to look at him with her bi-colored eyes and regarded him for a moment. For a while, she debated on whether or not to let him interrupt her marrow raid and finally seemed to settle on allowing it. Her oddly masked face became a tad softer, and she gave him an oddly warm smile.

"Not really." Was all she said in response to the question of her being busy. Standing, she turned to face Gary and tilted her head, "What is it?" She asked, wondering why he had come to her. He seemed to prefer the company of the other females rather than her, and this had her interest peaked more than her bones had.