Primal Rage

She listened as her father tried to justify his actions but none of his excuses mattered to her. "You just don't understand..." The girl shook her head. No matter what she said, he wouldn't see things from her point of view. She allowed him to take her small, dark paw and listened as he spoke. Nothing that he said assuaged her anger and hurt. They could still be strong and keep their name to themselves. They had the pack. The pack was one. Their name was something special. It was theirs. It was something that no one else could have. ...Unless he gave it to them, it seemed.

Sirius told her of her birth. She saw what he was trying to do. "I love you too, papa," she told him with a sigh. Their name was more important to her than it was to him. It was something that she wanted to keep close. Aslatiel's mind tread darker paths than a pups had any right to. She knew that, if the opportunity arose where she had to save one of her 'sisters'... she wouldn't take it. She would let them die. No matter what her father said, any who were not her mother, father or the four of their offspring were not Fatalis wolves.

"I need to talk to Az," the girl said with another sigh. Maybe her brother would understand. Maybe he would kill something with her. The blood of the little deer was beginning to crust in her fur and she didn't like the feeling. Her mind was still a miasma of turmoil and she didn't want to talk anymore. He wouldn't understand anyway. Suddenly a foreign thought surfaced. She couldn't wait until she was old enough to leave.