Blackfeather Woods Bite me, banana man

She managed to smile at her youngest brother. He had grown so much - he was not as helpless as he used to be. All of them were growing into very pretty and handsome wolfs, and that made her both happy and sad. What came after becoming an adult? Ultimately death, she knew, but what else? Love she had already found twice, and friendship she could hardly shape in a life that was almost only filled with her family. She watched her brother move toward her, yet he did not sit.

So he can talk. It was a rather late discovery, but a victory all the same. The softness of his voice was so unlike hers that it made her wonder if they were even really related. She smiled again. Kimigguk. She spoke, rather softly, as she showed her right shoulder to him. The blood was washed off, yet the bite marks of their oldest brother remained. She loved them, really, and was sort of disappointed  that the ones on her chest barely showed.