[Philly and ganta] If you can't be good~ be good at it

The child was enjoying her time away from Dragoste. There was a lot to explore… and uncle Rikeros was a lot of fun! The little one’s butt wiggled in the air as she stalked after a cave cricket. Her smile was still playful, but there was a bit of a darker look in her eyes as she aimed for the unfortunate critter. In a flash she pounced, crunching the unfortunate cricket up in her jaws. But, upon finding it’s taste dissatisfactory she spat it out, wrinkling her nose. “Gross!” She furrowed her brow, ears flicking back against her skull.

She wasn’t used to this sort of freedom at home with Ulric, her mama and papa… she missed her brother, but she was also having so much fun it was hard to think of home. Riker was showing her so many neat things, and she was learning fast. She was going to be the strongest wolf in all of Boreas someday, she was certain! Her uncle was going to help her become a powerful wolf, even more powerful than her papa!

Hearing the muffled bark Philly turned her head towards the sound, wiggling again. A mixture of darkness and innocence resided in the girl. While she still believed in some things a bit naively there was  a part of her that craved blood, craved to be strong. She was already learning defenses and some attack techniques from the male… and there was no denying her interest. She wanted to meet the rest of the Hellstrom side of her family too… and find out from her papa why he hid them from her.

The girl crouched down lower, careful not to trip on her mane as she stalked towards her uncle in the light of the caverns. It seemed that Riker’s gaze was on the entrance, as it often was, and the girl gave another eager wiggle before moving a bit faster, breaking into a full run before pouncing towards the male with a ‘mighty’ puppy roar. Her fangs sought to grab onto his left ear, on his blinded side, and wrap her forelegs around his neck in a little bear-hug.