She did not venture out to where her brothers lingered. She was not going to follow in their shadow. She was going to forever be small than them. Since birth, they had crawled all over her. Used their larger bodies to get their way. Siren was not born into the body she should have been born into. She had not grown at the same rate as them, her paws smaller, foreshadowing her destiny to remain a runt. Yes, she was not going to run along with them, allowing them to take all the spot light. Siren was out on her own, lingering in the mists of Iromar.

The young pup was not afraid, at least of an empty landscape. She was, however, watchful. Aware. She knew that there were threats out there, as her parents had taught her. She would not wade in the waters where the scaled, creepy creatures dwell. Their teeth were sharp, and their bodies remain hidden in the waters. Father had told Siren of how her older sister almost got her tail bitten off, and Siren decided not to make the same mistake. Part of the advantages of being a younger sister, is to learn from a sibling's mistakes. The girl of black and blood was happy to be, presumably, by herself this summer day. She trots in the tall grasses, grasses that are probably less of a problem for her younger brothers. She snaps at them, tiny teeth biting at the grass when it is too thick.

Little growls filled the air around her, as her attention flashed from the grass to an insect that jumped out into the air, bouncing ahead of her. Siren falls back, her golden eyes wide as she yelps. Such strange little creatures roam the land. Strange and yet fascinating.

An excited smile then crosses her lips. She gathers herself, crouching to get into a hunting position. She stares intently, her black butt wiggling in the air before she jumps, pouncing in the grass and completely missing her target. However, her golden eyes are no longer concerned with the insect, for there was something more interesting in the distance. Something...larger. He was within the borders of the pack land, and Siren was taught those permitted in the pack land were considered safe. He was a lighter colored wolf though, one under that of pure demonic blood like her own. She was curious, wishing to learn more about others.

The small puppy stands tall, although her version of tall wasn't very tall at all. She approaches the male, a proud strut in her awkward walk. She was, indeed, still a puppy, and still walked with some awkward strides that are not so...graceful. That did not impede her march though. The young pup stopped a good 10 feet away before she stopped, staring at him for a moment as he hangs near the border.

"What are you doing? You look weird." she says, her young voice high-pitched and yet, surprisingly loud. For now, her voice is naturally a cute one, adorable really. Her tail wagged behind her as her golden eyes watched him curiously in the grass. She meant no offense with her comment, it was made out of complete ignorance. She was not opposed to his looks, it was just something she hadn't seen before. She keeps a grin on her face, a relatively kind one, if not a little bit devious. She was indeed happy to be away from her brothers, investigating a stranger by herself. She didn't need them to hold her own...or so she thinks.