Sawtooth Spire You were taught to kill, so you kill like a machine.

Soon mother returned- no, this was not the familiar scent of mother. It was however the familiar scent of father. She knew now these to be her parents- mother and father, as the words would be relayed to her time and time again. When they spoke she would try and mimic, secretly practicing the words on her tongue but had not yet mastered any. 

She stared at her father, her tail then waving, shoving whatever part of her sister that was on her off and away with both front paws so she could greet the visitor. This time, mother did come again and when she nuzzled her children Elke licked at her mother's bloodied jaws. The taste was pleasant like milk was. 

Yet her attention would be pulled again back to father as he lowered and bent towards them. Something seemed...off, but the thoughtful little girl could not figure out what. Lifting a creamy paw, she would press it to father's cheek and let out a soft whine.