Little Warrior

Her quick movements garnered a proud smile from her mother as she came to a halt before her. Poem’s curiosity was near endless and she loved to be taught by her mother. While she was quickly outgrowing Epitaph as a caregiver he was still the one to most frequently look out for her. All of that was about to change though. The winter pups would soon be at the half year mark, and with that came the choosing of paths and training in that direction.

Poem’s path was nearly chosen for her, as Shaye had bestowed the rank of heir upon her. Though the young Destruction had gladly accepted the mantle with her childlike naivety. She leaned into her mother’s kiss as she was greeted warmly. Shaye didn’t leave her daughter waiting, and explained their training was going to begin. Hers and her siblings. She gave her brother and sisters a small thought before all of her focus was on Shaye.

”Oh! Yes!” She exclaimed eagerly before doing a twirl. Poem was much too excited to sit still. Edgar didn't much appreciate her movements though. ”What are we learning today? Do I have permission to go into the rest of Abaven?” She questioned as she tried to sit still long enough to ask them.