The Call

OOC: not sure if you wanted Odette to post first or not. I had some spur of the moment Sevan muse. I can delete it if you want and post after Wynn :)

Russet pelt rippled across her lean muscle, she had finally a year of age. Muscle had been packed onto her lean frame, she spent most of her time alone, training herself ruthlessly. Her father was still missing. Her sisters still gone. She was alone, no family. Creamy lips remained in a nearly perpetual snarl. Blue and silver eyes glittered with barely contained rage. Her crown lifted high as a call rang out. It was not familiar to the girl, but it called to her nonetheless. With narrowed gaze, limbs would carry her into an easy lope. The air slowly became sweeter as she closed in on the source of the call. She would slow to a walk, paws sinking into the earth quietly. She would approach warily, her chin tucked carefully against her throat, tail flagging out behind her. Eyes would come to rest upon two women. One she knew. Her aunt. The red faced woman had changed since she last saw her. She would now blinded in one eye. Fool. Snide thoughts slid through her twisted mind. "Why am I here?" There had better be a point to this. She had come to hate socializing with others. Particularly this side of the family. At least with her father and sisters they were free to be at each others throat, battling for power. This side of the family was different, all about love and kindness and shit. The russet girl would reman standing, her posture rigid. The girl that stood beside her Aunt was unfamiliar, and therefore ignored entirely. She carried no red in her pelt, she couldn't be blood. If more of this family was going to show up, she and no intentions of lingering. She had no reason to be in their presence. They couldn't compete with her. They were below her. They maybe Adravendi, but they were not sired by her father. They were nothing more than a mistake that marred their flawless lines. ooc: she be angry XD Talk like this