Nova Peak unkundig

I swear in my head I feel like Mahler sounds like Rammstein.

She stares with concern, those same lilac eyes which her father had, as though shining brighter around the dark of his coating. She was not colored much like her father savor a smudging of soot along her backside. As though he had graced her with this mark when he had licked down her tiny spine as a pup. 

He explained to her and she nodded quietly with agreement to his words. He had been protecting their claim, their new home. Intruders were not welcome and as far as she knew, those settling too near outside their territory was not favored either. For competition of hunting grounds, herbs and such.  

Are all outsiders bad? She wondered, having never met someone outside her pack before and barely knew anyone outside her family of four. She was a rather sheltered girl. Though she had rarely shown signs of wanting to wonder off. She was happy here with her family, at home.