Silvertip Mountain Life changes, but memories don't.

Stoic was unprepared for what happened next. Oddie, his little, tame, lovable sister... GROWLED. He jumped back in shock, tummbling off of Steady's back and onto the cold ground. He stayed like that for a good minute or two before picking himself back up. Oddie could growl.. better than he could. Life wasn't fair. He blanked, cowering away in the farthest corner of the den by himself. He felt guilt, this strange emotiong he had not felt before. Why did Sister growl at him? The only time he heard such a noise was from Mother when he was bad. Was he bad?

He looked to Steady, frowing as he did so. Oddie was mean, he silently begged with his eyes hoping the man would set this whole thing straight. A case of downright bullying, it was! The by didn't look to his Brother, knowing the lookalike was probably fast asleep or busy trying to convince everyone else he was. Stoic had a weird family, he decided. Very odd indeed.