When I'm Wiser And I'm Older
03-20-2014, 12:46 PM
Hestia |
It was when the older wolf spoke that Hestia looked at him, narrowing her eyes in obvious contempt. "I would be careful if I were you, little one. That water can burn you a bit if you aren't used to it." Glaring silently at the wolf, it wasn't until her older sister spoke, until the shadowy girl spoke. What had her mother been teaching Fiamette? The thought went through her head for a minute, then the pup shook her black head. Blinking her blue eyes after a moment, she turned her head to a steaming pool of water. Moving forwards on white paws, the girl threatened to stick her paw into the hot water, glaring at the wolf in a silent challenge as she did so. Nothing can burn us. Even if it did, it wouldn't hurt us. When the male spoke again, Hestia jumped and fell into the water. It did burn, but she was determined not to let Fiamette or this wolf see that. Instead, she struggled out of the water as gracefully as she could, shaking her black fur as she did so. Listening to her sister's question, Hestia allowed a small smirk cross her maw. That was a good question. Hestia had no intention of answering the older wolf. But maybe, just maybe, she could earn her mother's love. Moving forwards quickly, until she was right in front of the older wolf, she sat there, and stared at him. Finally, with a low growl, she aimed to push the wolf back into the bubbling water he had just crawled out of. She knew that the water couldn't kill, now, but she didn't care. Maybe she could get Fiamette to help her drown him. These thoughts went through her mind, and she waited patiently for the results of her push. |