Hideaway Strath A vulture in a suit and tie

They boy was clearly not in the mood for being picked up and shuffled sideways. She let him and did not attempt to pick him up again but watched as he darted around, first in a different direction, then turned toward the brown male. They certainly looked alike.

”He’s mine”

Good.

She nodded and watched as the child scurried behind the front leg of his father. She pointed her ears toward father and son. Not until then did she notice the many scars across the male. Battle scars was her first and only thought on the matter. Another warrior of the saints. She liked this place for its refinement of warriors and she knew then that this man was not a beginner in the arts of fighting.

”War”

She offered her name, though not realizing the male might not understand at first. Her name held deeper meaning and whatever or not it was her birthname she couldn’t recall anymore. She had known no other name or engraving to her than that, she was meant for war, she was build and trained for it. She would hate for it to change one day and would rather die in battle than of old age.

She could have offered more words but instead she looked at the small boy with a curious look. He always seemed to get himself in trouble somehow and War was there. Not to help necessarily, but she would watch over him anyway. She seemed to have become a guardian of pups as of late. Lots of puppies were being born lately. It was her duty as a packmate to protect them after all. They were the warriors of the future. Newcomers to battle and war but she the saints would prepare them for that. All in due time.