She is not going to be left out. She is not going to be forgotten, throw into the swamps to rot and disappear into oblivion. She knew of her weakness, her downfall but she was learning to deal with it slowly. Siren was growing larger with each passing wave of the sun, but she always seemed to be half the size of her very own litter mates. A feature that she is starting to notice about herself though, is that her legs are longer in proportion to her body than that of her brothers. She was capable of moving out of the way of play attacks, and was executing moving way more often. It was the best course of action for her to take, for she cannot compete with the brute strength of her brothers. Spike had taught her that she could be better in a different way, and Siren was sill trying to figure such a thing out.

Siren was not a pup to stay timidly in the den. The small, thin girl had left the moment Lillith left the den. She knew her mother had important things to do, and she also knew there was something to be learned on this day. Siren knew not exactly what it was to be, but she knew she was going to damn well pay attention to every little detail. Nothing was going to pass her by. She had learned from Spike and Chael, by listening to their words and applying them to her life. She sure as hell was going to listen to her own mother. In the meantime though, Siren followed around her much larger father. Andras was an interesting father, and she got all kinds of mixed signals from the massive male. He seemed oddly protective of the young girl, and yet she knew that he wasn't pleased with her size. He pushed her to eat, to do anything to built her up to a more acceptable size but all of his effort seemed to be in vain.

Regardless though, he accepted her tailing him from a distance. Siren learned from watching her father as he toned his black and red form. He was a thing of a wonder, a creature that Siren admired from a distance. His body held many scars, and Siren was curious when she would develop scars of her own. She watched him with curious eyes, her little mind ticking about this whole scar business until she heard the wicked call of her very own essence, her very own mother in the air. Siren gave one last gaze to her father, who was pretty much ignoring the girl, before she dashed off upon her long, slender black limbs.

She seemed to be the last one there. Her limbs had run as fast as she could, but she was too far off to begin with. There were often obstacles in her way, such a trees of the swamps and bodies of water that she knew to avoid. She was not pleased to be the last one there though, and it showed as the group came into view. She is hidden by the long grasses, her little head sticking out with a huff. She pulls her head back into the cover of the grass. The young girl then straightened herself up, pulling her shoulders up and lifting her tail. Yes, she was trying to look as large and tall as possible before she reveals herself. Siren then pops out of the grass, an aura of confidence covering her very black fur as she approaches the group.

There are so many here she had not exactly met yet. Siren was not the most social girl with other puppies. She wasn't fond of being the smallest one of the group. Her paws paused before she reached the group, her yellow eyes searching to find a place for herself. There is her brother, a male much larger than herself, and she did not wish to stand next to him. In fact, she didn't want anyone to compare sizes with her. Her little mind ticked as her eyes narrowed, and after a few seconds of contemplation she decided; she would stand next to Zaqar. He may be young, but he is not a puppy as the others are. Maybe, the others were not notice how small she is when she is standing next to someone older. Naturally, they cannot compare them like they could to those her age. Satisfied with her logic, Siren puffed out her chest as she continued on, her form coming to rest next to Zaqar with no hesitation. She looks up at him momentarily, offering him a slight smile as she sits on her black haunches before she turns her attention to her mother.

It was then her eyes of yellow catch the sight of the wolf dead before them. One that is not like them. She narrows her eyes as she looks upon the corpse. What is this doing here? Well, she simply did not know, but she knew mother had purpose. Mother always had a purpose. Lillith was a creature that Siren adored, for Siren saw herself in her mother. They shared the same markings, and Siren could only hope that she would end up growing as large, strong, and beautiful as her mother. A daughter can only hope, but for now, her attention was upon the body, for she was curious and ready to learn, and master, whatever it is mother had to teach.