Tiny Beasts and Little Teeths

Her pack was overrun by tiny little monsters.

She swore that the pups were multiplying, she ended up stumbling over more and more every time she walked out of her den. She had taken to hiding out in the range, trying to erase the bitter memories that were here. She found her parents old den, which is where she sat now. She remembered it all so vividly, and hated it so much. There were good memories here, which were the ones that stung the most. Tackling her father and telling him she was going to be the best warrior ever. Growing taller than her pale mother. Her and Revenge both got her pale coat and elongated tails, while from their father they got the facial markings and height. Mercy's was a mix of both her mother and father, but the curl at the end was all her own, as well as her eye dots. A little piece of her that did not connect her to them.

The only piece.

Mercy let out a sigh, angry when she felt her eyes grow damp with tears. She would not cry for them, she would not shed a single drop! Instead she turned to her easiest emotion to feel -- anger. The pale girl lashed out at the dirt den, her paw breaking off a small section of it. Mostly it send a shock wave of pain up her arm, making her let out a hiss. Turning around she kicked at the dirt and grass in front of the den, kicking it towards the stupid fucking den.

Oh boy... that was a bad word. She paused in her actions, blinking at her own thoughts. But oh gods did it feel good to swear. Turning around she glared at the den, the threat of tears long gone now. "Stupid fucking den!" she screeched, a surge of power shooting down her spine. She grinned, a laugh bubbling up from her throat as she swore for the first time ever. It was about damn time, and oh shit it felt amazing.