She was in between growth spurts and thus her body looked like a miniature of what it would be when she was an adult. She was long, lethal and built as a dancer. She was built towards speed save for those shoulders and neck that could clearly take a hit. She would be impressive, and yet she would never stand out in a battlefield. No, her body was not meant for any battles but her mind. Ah, her mind was wonderous thing capable of the worse and the best possible ideas. Those navy blue eyes that glinted beautifully beneath the blackness of her coat were indecipherable but were always thinking.

She approached her mother's new den, having stayed away for a few weeks. To be fair, she was feeling the taddest bit of jealousy. She loved her mother's adoring and protective silent ways. She had found the nights to be cold without her parents to snuggle into, and she would be damned before she did it with her siblings. No, Maradona was striking out on her only purely to spite those that did not truly care one way or another. Still, she visited her mother's den daily, not daring to enter or meet her new siblings. Instead she left small offerings to gain her mother's favor. A few mice that she found. A few rodents. A half eaten fish she had found on the shoreline. Still, Mother had not visited her. Mother had not shown much more than a passing, approving glance. And Father, Father was so engrossed in being a new father and a new leader that Maradona's questioning shadow had been basically ignored.

Frustration building, she growled at nothing in particular and everything all in one deep breath. Growing up was hard. She missed the relative anonimity of being a loner. Now she apparently had to worry about other pack wolves when really, all that she was worried about was her place within her own family. When she approaches the den of her mother, she sees two balls of fluff that clearly were new. She whines softly, wondering if Mother knew they were out of the den. She approaches softly, using the skills Mother had taught her and her tail wagging slowly. She had no plan on what she might be doing with her siblings, and her heart was between bashing their small skulls against the wall and protecting them from everything that was dangerous in the world. "Brothers, do not fear. I am Maradona. I am your sister." Still within her, she was not sure of her intentions. Were the words she spoke true? Even in her heart of hearts, she was not completely sure. For the time being however, she restrained herself. Maradona kept her face neutral even a little friendly, though timid.

My tongue
will taste of gin and malicious intent