misfit

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he hopes of potentially reuniting with her siblings was enough for the babe to keep going. Banshee had to grow up fast and had no choice but to keep going or die alone. The concept of death was so far from the younglings mind but it was still scary to say the least. Thus, despite the immense amount of angst she would try to respect her aunt. Impulse and fits would drive her to say and do things she hardly means. But, it all came with being young Wolf being practically abandoned by her parents.

Banshee listened to her aunt with flicking ears. Klein-blue eyes took in the forest as scents filled her partially pink nose. Belle told the pup not to judge the desert but in her young mind she couldn't think past the sand, the heat, the burns, nor the cold nights. Ban's mother had been from such a place and spoke of it from time to time. It was not as appealing as going south and potentially finding her siblings or even her parents. "What are you going to teach me next?" Glistening eyes darted up to Belle full of wonder. Despite her anger she was interested in learning. Perhaps without the distraction of others she could fill her mind with knowledge. Banshee was naturally ambitious.