Blackfeather Woods Oh good God, let me give you my life

She had not even moved - knowing that mother and father did not like the children fighting. How much she wished to be an only child. Her siblings were both loved and hated by the little girl, much like their mother. She was confused and angry and just wanted the support of Damien at this point. It had been the only stable relationship in her circle. A dangerous growl rippled from her young throat as she advanced forward - too light to sink through the snow fully. If he would not leave, she would make him leave.

Moving her head down to protect her neck like her father had done she stood there - a wicked grin on her cute face as she threw her tail up further. Tutsialaugit, IniKunak Anik... She rumbled sinister.