Hushed Willows Kissing up on fences and up on walls on the way home

Between Kavos and Eros, Prialux was feeling a distinct lack of love—and respect—from her siblings. While neither of these concepts were ones that she could properly understand right now, it built the foundation for who she would become in the future. Eros' second yank wrenched another yelp from her lungs. Her ear burned where it was tugged at the base, and the pinch of his teeth was uncomfortable. She wanted nothing more then to flee deeper into the den and seek comfort in another form, but even Amara was a loveless beast, and there was no escape from torment for the littlest DeMonte.

When Eros clamped down and pulled with all his might, something changed in her usual gentle demeanour. The pain that radiated from her ear shot down her skull and into her spinal cord. His teeth, sharp and new, punctured three holes into the soft membrane of her ear, and blood wept freely to the surface. Prialux's yelp morphed into a near-scream, and her eyes blazed with pained tears and absolute fury. She was a wolf. She was a baby wolf, but nevertheless, a wolf, a dangerous animal who knew how to fight back.

She struck out at Eros' face with all of her might, seeking not only to ward him off and force him to leave her alone, but also looking to inflict the same pain he'd just caused her. Unlike with Kavos, who had let go before driving Prialux to this point, she didn't seek to appease Eros. She sought to punish him for his rough treatment, and for the blood that weeped into the fur of her neck. There was no playfulness in her eyes, only wild fury, as she sought to rake her new needle-sharp teeth across whatever part of him she could reach.

Later, she would feel badly for it, and even later she would forget how he had hurt her and remember only that he was her brother, but for this moment, Eros was the manifestation of all of Prialux's fears and the neglect she'd faced thus far, and she hated him for it.