So where are we really going? An Elephant Graveyard

No sooner had she begun to offer up her apologies to her bigger brother and take the blame off of her would-be savior, the giant boy on Artorias' back interjected with apologies of his own, offering himself up as the proverbial sacrificial lamb. At first, Juniper shot the dire-sized pup an aggravated and insulted look, minty green eyes ablaze with offense to his affront of her courage in the face of danger! She opened her mouth to snap back at him until she realized what he was doing, and then her expression softened. He was trying to cover for her and keep her out of trouble. Juniper still scowled; she didn't exactly enjoy being treated like she was some damsel in distress who needed rescuing. But she wasn't going to rebuke him when he was hurt after the fight with the tigers that she had really instigated in the first place, but she wasn't going to bring up that little fact.

Artorias chided them with a stern voice, but seemed to relax some when he knew the pups were safe and he couldn't affix blame to either party with the way they were defending one another. Juniper followed alongside her alpha brother, her tiny legs moving rapidly across the lush grasses of the Hallowed plains while they made their way into the castle. Every so often she would steal little glances up at Basilisk, just to make sure he was still alive. She would've felt really bad if the big wolf had gotten himself killed because she had wanted to fight the tigers with him. He couldn't die, he couldn't! Juniper wouldn't allow it! Still following staunchly at Artorias' side, Juniper trotted into the infirmary while the Aegis deposited the patient into a cot, leaving tiny Juniper pouting again that she couldn't get up onto the bed or even peer over the edge, really.

"Juniper of the Sea"