Family Matters, Or At Least Thats What Im Told

Kogyn was just about to turn right around and go the way she had came. She had not in fact went looking for her family, a family she knew nothing about it was only where he paws took her, so she would go back the way she came and then go some place else, seeing some other wonder. But as she was going to turn her body rustling in the tall grass caught her eyes and soon after a tri-colored shape stopped in front of her. She watched as the wolves eyes go from hope filled to surprise. She recovered quickly from the shock but still backed up a few steps and then stammered to Kogyn. The wild child smiled broadly as the wolvens scent reached her nose. It held the smell of the pack but also the under laying scent of the family.

So this very large female was part of her illustrious family. But which branch. She had heard stories of the elder sister, Crusade, the one who basically raised him and his litter mates. About Raven, the brother who first found Rogue and then saddled him with the family pack. Most of all, Kogyn's father talked of his litter mate Gargoyle, the leader of the family's pack after her left for that second time. He, her father said, was the closet being to him, sometimes even closer than his mate. One Rogue had told Kogyn about him, he said that his brother was a strong wolf, one that would do anything for the family.

Kogyn eyed the girl, out of all her fathers siblings, this one could only be the get of one. From her father's description this girl was his splinting image, almost like the big mans twin, if she was not so young. "I am Kogyn. And it seems that fate is laughing at my experience, for," Kogyn made a show of sniffing the air. "We have the same base smell, and thus are family, cousins undoubtedly." The girl said in a dry tone.