Trouble, Just Like My Mother

Zisa was sneaking away to see why her father had left in such a hurry, along with her brother. Violet eyes scanned the land, as she followed Freyr's scent. After a few minutes, she struggled for breath, wondering how long it would take. "Come ooooooon. Do I really have to walk fooorevever?" She whined to herself, dragging out her words. And yet she never considered turning back. The child was a tough one, walking on, even though it hurt her legs and paws. Even though her breath was in ragged puffs when she finally made it, collapsing down next to a skull. It took a moment for her to notice the strange wolf. She heard him before she really noticed him. "Who the fuck is Zisa?"  The strange wolf demanded, and Zisa got to her paws, fur bristling. "I'm Zisa. Got a problem with me or something?" So that probably wasn't the smartest thing she had done. But nobody said her name like that. When the strange male lunged at her father, Zisa growled.


"Who do you think you are, attacking my father? Why don't you just leave, you.......Big fatty!" She yelped at him, happy with her insult. "You're nothing but a big fatty fat wolf." She added, wagging her tail.