Nothing else matters

Banshee had been rather quiet since joining the pack. She really did not know what to make of any of it. Father had randomly appeared again and Belle, her guardian for the last few moons, had created a pack in their name. Did that make Banshee a Princess now? Perhaps not with her aunt's royal pups coming. The thought made the young Klein pout slightly. Despite being the daughter of the Klein Empire's true born heir she would never have a crown of her own. In Erovrare she was beneath Tyranis' naughty pups and now she was nothing but an apprentice. The negative thoughts called for a tiny huff to emit from her earth toned jowls.

The slightly grumpy pup moved through the forest with little ambition. She had been enjoying her time learning of herbs but other then that she didn't have much going on. Banshee's angst was at an all time high for more then a few reasons. But, as she aimlessly roamed the youngling caught sight of someone lingering around main lake of Ashen. Ban raised her head and cocked it to the side. Sirius. It was Deathbelle's personal guard. Banshee hadn't ever spoken to the man due to those creepy fangs and his massive size. He could easily step on Ban without noticing or poke one of her pretty blue eyes out mid speech. But, these opinions did not stop the curious yet bold pup from wandering towards the strange male. Her pad falls stopped at about seven tail lengths away and her youthful voice came forth. "Aren't you Death's guard?" The babe was notorious for being rather bold.