Like My Father Before Me

His form would be found near his sister's just as he had promised her. The brute would enjoy his proximity to her, allowing himself to bask in her perfect presence. Little had he strayed, his bone colored paws keeping him within his self proclaimed land. He held no pack, but what was his he would die for. With his precious gem residing in the grass he would protect their claimed spot furiously. Pacing around his decided boundary his attention would stay on the sleeping form that never seemed to be too far from him. So well she listened to his orders, he knew very well she would not wander. However a kidnapper could always be just around the corner. So he would not relax, but would continue his endless pacing as she slept so peacefully. His only interruption being the faintest of familiar scents on the wind..?

"Speech"