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Chanel was just beginning to settle into the Firebirds pack. It was only a short day or two before, when she had been appointed the role of Comrade by the kind Miss Wraen. She wandered, although cautiously, through the pack's land- familiarizing herself with its layout. It was not long until her ears detected heavy breathing- nearby- where was it? She followed the sound to its source, to find a tiny girl, hunched over something. Firstly, she noticed the girl's fur coloring- uniquely beautiful, with an array of stripes winding down her face in an organized manner. Secondly, she noticed the girl's adorable pink nose, a somewhat uncommon feature in wolves, but a charming one. And third, with just a look at her, Chanel figured the girl could not be more than a year old, in fact, she certainly seemed younger than that.

As she approached with caution, she almost reeled back at the sight of the bloody mess juxtaposing the sweet looking girl. Her little muzzle was covered in dark blood too. What the fuck? She wondered, to herself of course. Naturally Chanel had seen bloodied animals before- she was a wolf after all, she had hunted for many months. What disturbed her was the wide tear, the intestines oozing out from a gaping hole in the flesh. The little girl didn't seem to be eating it- at least not yet. Was she just observing its guts? Chanel found it somethig barbaric, unaware she had likely done the same thing as a small pup, before being reprimanded by her parents to act more like a lady and just eat her food. But Chanel was curious as to why the little girl wasn't eating already. Is this what a pack wolf's child acts like? What a warrior's child acts like? She decided the girl, within the land, was likely a Firebird too. And so she approached, gently and politely, trying not to show her disgust at the display of guts before her. "Hi Dear. I'm Chanel. What are you up to... here?" she said, awkwardly referring to the mess.