Turning Tables

There was a sudden tinge in her heart, the pup felt like she should have been able to protect her family. Only if she had been older, been stronger like her father had been. Then she wouldn't have had to watch her brother and sister starve, and her mother as well. Arian felt it was the worst way to die possible. Arian felt a soft tongue on the top of her head though, being pulled forward. As she shivered, she lowered her head. For now? Did that mean she would be left alone again, no because this was a pack. The stories her father had told her of packs had been happy ones, things of protection and bravery. At least she was safe now and she wouldn't let her families death go in vain. She gave a small pup growl. "If you'll accept me. I don't want my family dying to be in vain. I want to live for their sake." Although the color black embedded in her head was a color she would fear for the rest of her life. At least now she was safe. From starving at least. She wagged her small tail with a black tip. Looking back over at her mother and lowering her ears pinned to her head. "We'll have to give her a proper burial you know. So that her soul can be at peace." She said mildly. Even at a young age, she had been taught things most parents wouldn't teach their children. Maybe that was what made her strong, she would use this knowledge. To build off of the things that she didn't know. There were so many mixed emotions right now, but Arian wasn't going to let herself fall victim to the cruel world and its ways.