She did not like many of these wolves. Instinctively she would shuffle closer to her siblings, content to bask in their presence and away from the attention of others. Saga Destruction's eyes grew wide with surprise as a child the same age as her turned and growled at her. What a wild thing. Why was it's mother not stifling those nasty sounds? The child grimaced, her mouth forming a scowl. Her own mother never let her children act like that.
Her gaze left Hestia to find her mother's familiar face once again. The words that left her lips were important, and yet Saga found herself disinterested. Ranks were given out. The youth turned to find Dutiron, leaning into him silently, finding solace in his presence even if she rarely gave her litter-mates affection. The girl's small tail wrapped around her body, her expression unreadable as she continued to gaze upon her mother's face.
