tell me, sister

The Aramada was quite literally bouncing with life. A delightful buzz of excitement seemed to wash over the pack lands like a plague. In her time she had seen many litters born and seemingly forgotten but this particular litter brought the babe nothing but joy. Each of the four pups were different and troublesome. But, they reminded Banshee so much of herself and her own siblings. A pang of pain was brought forth with the memory of her brother Mordecai but she seemingly shrugged it off with a simple wrinkle of her nose. When they were young they were always up to no good and brawling with Tyranis' children. Banshee could vividly remember the constant flurry of giggles.

Nostalgic thoughts were swept away by the sight of her younger brother. The massive pup was surrounded by debris and wreckage. He had a few well fashioned spears near him and looked to be in a mood. Ban trotted closer to the boy before stopping with a curious cock of her head. "What bit you in the butt?" Banshee smirked as she stared down at the mischievous boy.