Blackfoot Forest The Modification of a Wolf

Hawkeye snapped her eyes back at Pied, searching. She hadn't realize that she spoke her brother's ...nickname aloud. Dexter...

"Kimblee... that's my older brother. We were the only two pups my parents had, and we were in separate litters. He-uh..." The large wolf paused. She didn't know what else to say. Was her brother dead? His antics weren't "normal" per se, him claiming he heard voices and saw visions. She hadn't believed her brother, until she saw him pacing in the woods; normally emerald eyes glowed white, and the large male cackled and mumured to himself ...and what seemed to be someone else. A rustle of the brush in her direction made his head snap, his orbs turning a color that resembled spilled blood. Her running from him in fear was how she ended up in the landslide that damaged her hearing.

Before the "voices" began, Dexter had been a caring and loving brother who loved wisecracks and tricks. That's who she liked to remember... Dexter. Not a wolf nicknamed "Kimblee" who's mood was unstable and unpredictable, and his bloodlust unquenched. Her eyes began to water, but she pushed her tears away.

"You really do have.. powers, don't you." Hawkeye more stated at Pied than asked. She didn't feel like this wolf was erratic like her brother had been the last time she had seen him.