I Told You That's The Last You'll See Of Me

Zisa was brimming with rage, her brown fur bristling as she followed her adopted father's scent. It seemed that it lead to some sort of canyon, and inside a den. Zisa was about to head towards the den, when she saw the small smear of blood. It seemed that the black wolf with the skull really had hurt Freyr that bad. The full force of everything hit her, and Zisa blinked several times, trying to get rid of the tears that threatened to fall. She had stood there for so long that the sun was burning her, so she shook her head and began trailing her uncle again. Once she saw him heading towards her, she stopped, staring into his blue eyes. She had noticed that the black and gold male only had one ear, but she had never thought of it as anything but a cool wound. Now, seeing it, a sharp pain speared through her heart as she thought of a possibility. Had he attacked the wolf she was supposed to suddenly call father? And, if he had, did Freyr do it because he was mad that her mother was pregnant with them? She lowered her head, trying to decide if she should ask him or not. Then she raised her head and stared at the gold and black maele.

"Your ear. Did you attack my real dad because you didn't like us?" Wow, that had come out wrong.