White Lightning

Pestilence was livid, fuming even. The pup stomped away from the shrine and as far from Toxicity as she was allowed to go while being grounded. Angry tears still stung her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, her muzzle stained with the moisture and her fur tousled from their fight. She had half a mind to go find her mother, to demand that she refute everything Toxicity said and then to challenge the alpha for her freedom early. She knew she'd lose, her mother was too formidable an opponent for a not-yet yearling to even come close to managing in battle. But somehow she thought even the loss - the explosion of emotion and rage - would make her feel better.

When she came upon the pup splashing in the water, Pestilence's lip lifted in disgust. Toxicity had been right about one thing, and that was that these half-breed mutts were nothing more than coyotes. A slave dog bedded her aunt and for some reason she'd chosen to throw her spawn into Ashen and call them Klein's as if they could ever wear the proud name. And now here this one was, having a gay old time playing in the ocean when it should be doing something useful, like fetching food or cleaning pelts.

Pestilence moved over to the pup, seeing a safe outlet for her anger. She pictured leaping onto the small child, pressing it's face into the ocean and letting it writhe and drown beneath her paws. However even Pesto knew how bad an idea it was - one that would cause her more punishment than the mere grounding for running away. She stamped her paw down on the sand instead, clearing her throat to demand the attention of the lesser. "Hey, get out of there. Nobody wants filthy livestock to bathe in our water." Her lips pulled back to show her teeth, challenging the mutt to argue with the princess.