Ill take my crown [Syren family only]

The first to reach her was Vyvienne. Her ears fell backwards for a moment, guilt at the thoughts that had crossed her mind, yet what it displayed was merely caution. Her tail flicked as she felt her sister press against her. Displaying her affection and she was grateful for it. She relaxed a little. Her muscles easing with the tender display her sister was showing. She withdrew her leg from the water and sat down. Her right shoulder was aching and a few bite wounds were weeping. Her tail curled around her legs and she laughed. ?Don?t be ridiculous of course I am yours.? And you are mine. ?You do not have to remind me.? she said teasingly, it was rare that she displayed her cheerful side, the side where she was softer rather then so straight forward.

?I was defending the pack from an intruder. She attacked my shoulder but my wounds are nothing compared to hers.? She said with pride. Her eyes seemed to spark with the high she had felt, for a brief moment, and then faded as she looked at her sibling. ?I would never deny you the right to address my wounds. You should know my loyalties lie within our family.? She said with a very serious tone. ?She was a wolf from Tortuga that had wandered boldly into our lands to collect our medicine. I fought her and chased her off bleeding and defeated.? She said at last. Her heart was sinking with the fact that her father had come. Where was Seven? Menix? Where was her other sisters? Did only Vuvienne smell the blood? Was she the only one to care? ?Thank you.? She said softly. This didn?t change the way she felt about things but she appreciated that her sister desired to fix her. To repair what she deemed belonged to her.