wicked

The monstrous pup had been more then restless. It was time to be let free no matter what her parents said. Banshee was the spawn of satan himself and it sure did seem like it. Mordi was big on temper tantrums but the much larger first born sister was more of a blunt ball of anger. Her name was more then fitting with her loud shouting and more then abrasive attitude. It seemed she had learned the vicious tongue from her mother and the rage from her father. Being born with a chip on her shoulder, her parents would have to be quick to cut her down a few notches.

Those beautiful blue green eyes fluttered into view as the larger pup woke from a nap. The sounds of gentle snores and idle movement filled her ears but she gave no attention to any of it. Soon she lifted herself up on all fours and wiggled her legs to stretch them a bit. With a huff the pup waddled her way towards the entrance of the den with a mischievous look on her face. It was time to explore. The sun was out and high in the sky which meant Father would still be sleeping as well as Recluse. Mordecai was lightly still napping but where was momma? The babe looked around before taking a few steps out of the den into the large forest. Her eyes looked up to the canopy of the trees with wonder. Each and every time the piebald pup left the den her gaze filled with awe. Everything was so big.

Banshee