you become what you hate

Damira was more than willing to do as she was told, if her Daddy told her to stay put then she would, as simple as that. It seemed like a fair exchange, that she was more interested in watching the commotion as well as the other wolves who had gathered today. It all seemed like such a big deal, questions bounced around in her mind as she settled, sitting neat and pretty between her Daddy's legs. Like he was her personal, big purple umbrella.

"Mmm," she softly confirmed, offering his left forelimb a quick lick in gratitude from bringing them out here. There was so much going on, and she fully intended to drink it all in. Her mismatched gaze briefly flickered to her big cousin, Avacyn, who seemed to have a good idea of what was going on. Most of the adults did, actually. "Why are they fighting?" She asked, voice quiet from misuse. Damira was a quiet girl, but there was an almost cunning gleam in her eyes to show her silence was nothing to be overly concerned about. "Why does every body care?" Because as far as she knew, wolves fought all the time, surely such an audience didn't gather every time.