Morning came to wash its bright rays across the pallid heavens it dawned upon the young Prince that he once more neglected to drift into slumber the previous night. As ever there remained multiple things to speculate and think about, while his Parents were hard at work he would play the pompous King and watch his siblings from his high throne which, in all honesty, was just a higher rock inside their den. It seems that they did had company but who ever this lady was, he could not place a name of her features even though the scent was familiar. He would do well in the afternoon, when their Parents usually took them out of the den, as the molten fire that lit his pelt cast in shades of warm russets and reds, fine silks spun to perfection by an adroit weaver. Bold dual colored eyes, like both sky and earth, a shadow of an endless void, illuminations of ardor and indignation, a judicious psyche that swept the lesser wolves out to sea -- he could not weep for their loss, for his tears would be wasted. From a young age he knew his intelligence was above the others, he was superior just as their Mother told them every time she indulged in Her stories. Same was for his Father tales of the mighty and grand Empire that once was his to rule. Curious, for the man did not seem to share their Parensts thoughts, he would not wish tor ule not be rules, he wanted freedom but that seemed harder to achieve specially since they were still inside. S sigh left his pretty little maw as his gaze fell upon the sleeping woman again.   Renewed shall be blade that was broken,   The crownless again shall be king

Little baby blue eyes fluttered into view as tiny lids were lifted. Lashes bounced as the fur ball blinked away the pesky foggy vision that came with waking up. The greyscale pup lifted her tiny head to glance around aimlessly. It seemed mom and dad were out again and they were being carefully watched over by the thin mahogany lady. There was no worry nor doubt in her mind that her parents would soon come home to being them food and fun. But, what caught her attention was her prestigious warm toned brother sighting high upon his make shift throne. A tiny puppy brown wiggled upward in simple curiosity. "Whatcha lookin' at Mords?" Banshee's voice was chipper as she lifted her fluffy form up onto four healthy paws. It seemed Recluse was still asleep and this time the mischievous pup was nice enough to allow it for now. Banshee was face to face with her little brother but he was elevated on top of a rock. The much larger pup grinned, exposing those sharp puppy teeth, just before she moved to climb on the rock as well. There was only room for one pup and Banshee seemed to decide that it was going to be her sitting on the throne. Therefore as she lifted her form upward her head barreled into Mordi's side in attempt to shove him off the pedestal. "Take that!" A flurry of joyful giggled hit the air as she watched her brother topple. ""

On the day Mordecai opened his eyes for the first time, his parents were hazy blurs, but he had taken in their aromas, bathed in their soft words and felt the warm touch of gentle paws. Each time he had cried they came at once and so an idea of safety in his world developed, a foundation on which his future personality would rest. His audits rotated towards the voice of his sister and soon his cranium followed suit. I am pretending to be Father. he answered innocently while the pup throwed his cranium back and giggled like only a young pup could. It was that infectious kind of laugh that light up adults – like an echo of the children they once were. It was potent and pure. The kid moved like her knees were just hinges, wobbling to and fro and managed to climb on the rock and push Mordecai aside, making the young prince to fall on his bottom. He shook his pelt like it was all part of the plan and rolled to his stomach to get up again, tripping on his excessivly long tail. You want to play pretend? a smile spread across his pretty boyish facade, bi colored lenses locking onto her sister. She was much bigger than he was but that was only to be understood; from what he gathered he was the last one from his litter , the runt, and even his parents were sometimes worried about him and his size but it did not worry him in the least. He just needed to grow, how hard could it be? Maybe he could ask Banshee and Recluse to help stretch him up.  Renewed shall be blade that was broken,  The crownless again shall be king

Blue optics fell upon her smaller brother with delight. Banshee had successfully removed the flame boy from his throne and claimed it as her own. She mimicked the prestigious posture bother her parents held as her back spine straightened to appear as regal as possible. The perky pup could only hold the form for a few moments before her rapid fire attention span moved back toward her brother with a little giggle. His question peeked her interest and that earthy toned tail went haywire with excitement. Pretend was her favorite and it was rather clear. "Let's pretend I am the Queen of the pack and you are my royal Knight." Banshee flashed a little smirk his way as she perked up again in that former regal posture. Her tail slowed by force be still swished involuntarily with joy. Her gaze feigned harshness as she peered down at Mordi. "Mighty Knight what news of war do you have?" Her puppy voice was high pitched but she tried to remain as serious as ever. ""

The young Lord could not help but plaster a smile upon his delicate boyish features. Of course, Banshee, his older sister, was going to be the Queen. It might seem amusing or even foolish to some of them however among all of them, Banshee hold most of the qualities to be a great Leader one day; her authority and desires were present from such a young age as she just revealed to Mordecai in this instance. She was going to do great and ferocious things once she hits the right age and then, God help us all. She shook his regalia of such thoughts and rose to his full height, which was not that high to begin with. Your Excellency he mused in high high-pitches sonnates. He remembered the term being used by Alphonse, Mother caracal servant and therefore used it on his own before he bent a knee and bowed to his pretend Queen.The people are pleased with your ruling. he voiced as he rose, shifting his weight, But the Kingdom of Far Far Far Away has declared war upon our nation! he approached her, raising on his two back limbs as he pushed onto the rock with his front paws. They plan to steal our finestries and pups! his eyes widened in pretend shock. Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king