three musketeers

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.

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