COME TO TAKE A LOOK AT ME

Sunlight streaked through the opening of the cave, blinding the eyes of the young pup that had silently crawled in the night before, if Camelot hadn't been so afraid to enter it's inky depths he might have found the half starved pup laying there with a growling belly. Her pale white fur now stained with mud and what could only be described as blood. What Camelot had given though in this moment as he walked past the entrance was enough of a shadow to cover those closed eyes and block out the sunlight. Just enough to wake the tiny pup. Poor Ceal had been left for dead by her mother, the scared she-wolf having seen the odd markings that span from the tip of the little girls nose all the way to the tip of her tail, a pale rose-pink that matched her eyes.

Afraid and unsure why the only pup from her litter had such markings Ceal's mother had taken her in the middle of the night and left her at the boarder of Spirane not knowing that the land would soon be taken up by another female, a much kinder female than Ceal's mother. As the darkness passed in front of her eyes Ceal slowly began to wake up, her eyes flashing to life their pale pink orbs stare into the brightness that is left behind as the other male walks towards her soon to be adoptive mother. Through no fault of her own Ceal sprang to her feet that tiny belly of hers growling with protest as more energy was wasted in her mad dash to the only other living being that she'd come across since her mother had uncerimoniously dumped her here days ago.

A soft yip leaves her black lips as her whole body vibrates with the need for nurishment and companionship, warmth was a high third on her priority list but she needed food and the sound of anothers voice, masculine in nature and kind, kinder than anything she'd heard so far enticed the little urchine on further. Perhaps her mother had come back? More excited and hungry yips followed as she tried to find the male that had inadvertantly woken up the sleeping wolf within her. She had to survive, if only to show her mother that she was just as good as any of the other siblings that had been born 'normal' in their small pack.

"talks like this"

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