misfit

B

anshee's lady aunt was bothersome but the babe felt grateful at the same time. Without a mother and father she had no one to teach her right from wrong or do tasks such as feeding her and keeping away predators. It was a constant battle internally for the youngling. Most of the time she wished to scream, cry, and bite all at once. But other times she really felt as though she owed everything to Deathbelle. Not even her own parents were caring enough to mind for the pup but the piebald lady stepped in as both a caretaker and a role model. At times the young Klein wanted to run off and live her life along but she knew well it would end up in her own demise. Starvation or getting hunted by a larger animal sounded much less nice then following in her aunts tracks. Thus, Banshee settled with her dull sulking.

A nuzzle came forth which knocked the white splotched pup from her daydreaming. Beaming blue eyes of a Klein widened as she looked up to Belle. Lips twitched slightly to expose a tiny grin. Despite Banshee wanting nothing more then to live her days in angst and seething rage she couldn't help but to secretly enjoy the company of her father's sister. The youngling took a moment to stand, shaking each long limb as she did so, and ending with a long squeak of a yawn. Ban stared up at Belle, "When can we leave this stupid forest?" A twinge of irritation was evident in her tone but the babe nearly instantly regretted it. Sometimes the angst just came out unwillingly.