Blackfoot Forest The Modification of a Wolf

Hawkeye accepted the young wolf's excuse of her attention shortage. Something still seemed a bit off, but the almost two-year-old mentally shrugged it away. She secretly wished she could be more confrontational and abrasive--not to her packmates (unless needed), but in general. Her head seemed to buzz with an exceedingly odd feeling.

The strange droning sensation continued for a moment, making her completely deaf. She narrowed her right brow momentarily, in both confusion and irritation. I better not be losing even more of my hearing... she mumbled, slightly irked. It was bad enough she had to strain to hear things already. Hawkeye's auditory ability returned with a slight hum when the wolf mentioned ...What? Did she know if her brother--or someone else--died by having their throat torn out?

"Kimblee... What did you do?" She mumbled to herself with a far away look, eyes darting back and forth while staring at the ground. Hawkeye knew that her older brother had a strange blood-lust, but had he gone too far? Messed with the wrong wolf or pack? Sanity seemed to drip away from her as she looked at the white and grey-blue wolf in front of her. Confusion and anguish marked her face.

ooc: Not sure where you wanted me to go.. I had a brother I planned on using, but since he would have had a lust for blood... this ending for him seemed to fit here. Maybe I could bring him in to get murdered by someone who is willing