Moving On Up

The scarred pup had been away for a few days, now deciding to actually fight the coyotes instead of sneak up on them and kill them with a bite to the spine. Both ears were badly ripped, and three claw marks stretched across her snout, pale in color, but still standing out against her dark fur. One paw could barely hold her up, and it trembled with her weight whenever she moved; but she was determined. Hestia paused when she smelt another pup, the smell of Othello and Scorpion covering her fur slightly. With a slight tilt of her head, the pup began to run as fast as she could, limping slightly. Finally, after a few moments, the pup stopped in front of the other pup. Her light blue eyes met purple ones, and a strange affection bubbled in her. She wanted to protect this pup, and any sibling it had, even if she had to die doing it. Lowering herself to the ground, Hestia smiled at the pup, and wagged her white tipped tail slightly.


"Aren't you far away from Scorpion and Othello, young pup?" Her words came out smooth, and the pup sat on her paws, looking down at Mercy. "My mother, Viridiana, is the one who started this pack. I'm Hestia. You might have not seen me, because I've been training. What's your name, little pup?"<


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