She watches them as they look at each other and then look back at her. Clearly they did not understand how this world worked. She wondered if she had ever been so naive. She wondered if her upbringing as a loner pup would make her so different from these younger siblings that would only know the security of a pack and a packlands. They did not know how to hide from strange smells, how to be silent and unseen when cougars or bears approach. These were skills she knew well, but she thought that perhaps these brothers of hers would not. She wrinkled her nose at the thought and at their accusations that she was not their sister. She wondered if she had ever been that stupid and decided, firmly, that she had not.

One of them comes forward to sniff her and she lowers her body closer to their height huffing as if it was an inconvenience to her. She smells Judas and then glances towards Praetor who seems to be the more timid of her brothers. "I am sure I am your older sister. Our parents are Caligula and Tesseract. You are my only two brothers who are named Judas and Praetor...although to be honest, I'm not sure who is who. I met you briefly when you were first born before you could open your eyes to see me." She watches both of them quietly before making her decision. She would not kill them. They were brave enough to venture out of the den while her youngest sister seemed more content to remain in the confines of the family den. They may be stupid, but they were brave and that's what saved them. She could educate them, she could make them smarter, but bravery was something that could not be taught.

For once, she was glad that Cersei was not here. As much as she complained about her snotty sister, she was her best friend. Octavia had always been a bit of a loner and thus, Maradona loved her as a sister but was not friends with her. While she seemed to be crashing towards adulthood at full speed she was clawing for something to keep her grounded in her family. These brothers of hers could be that something, she thought, or at least hoped. Maradona stretches her neck out to smell Praetor. Their individual scents were heavily masked by that of their mother however, she was still able to decipher the difference and thus mark them as her own. This was her blood just as much as she was theirs, and thus she would protect them. Mother had always made it a point of keeping them together, of stopping fights as soon as they happened. If anything that Caligula had impressed upon her children it was to stick together and that they were always on the same side. At least, that was what Maradona got from her Mother's silent example.

She looked at the two boys and then towards the sparse woods that surrounded them. "Have you both seen the ocean?" It was still such a novelty to Maradona to live so close to the pounding surf. It was calming to her and on the nights that she couldn't keep her mind quiet and her body still she walked the coastline until exhaustion forced her to dig herself a shallow hole to sleep what was left of the night through. She had the stars twinkle in such numerous numbers that she could never count them all. Instead she stared in wonder as some of them fell far, far away. She had always hoped that they would crash down near her. And when the sun raised itself up from the watery depths, she felt the warmth of it on her dark coat. Her navy blue eyes, which so closely matched the sea at night, would flutter open and inevitably there would be some new creature washed up or a half dead fish that she would chase some sea birds off of. The ocean was an awe-inspiring thing that Maradona seemed incapable of getting over.

Her education of her brothers would begin as soon as they lost their tentativeness of her. She was unsure of how else to prove to them that she was indeed their blood. Could they not tell that she was built more like their father but colored more like their mother? There was the only the faint silver of their father through her mohawk like topline. "I could show you both the ocean."

My tongue
will taste of gin and malicious intent