I am happily curled up in a tight ball, enjoying the warmth. There are bones and skins surrounding me. My personal paradise. The stench of death is evident. Yet there is a new scent that I am catching, a male. I ignore it, thinking it will just past by. Yet I hear a small bark and my eyes widen. I am unaware of who it belongs to, yet it is close to my den, my home. This is not allowed. Only I, Mother, and Father are allowed in here, no one else. Mother and Father cannot defend me, so I must defend myself. I have a few tricks up my sleeve and I must first figure out which method is the best. My ebony crown is raised as I uncurl from my warm tight ball. My bright amethyst eyes, flecked with the icy blue of my Father’s narrow as I noticed another creature of ebony and crimson poking his head. A low growl rumbles in the back of my throat, and although I am a puppy, I am also the child of a Monster and a Demon and my growl is quite intimidating...for a puppy. I lift my small obsidian frame and quickly heads towards the entrance of the den, using the den’s walls as an advantage. I am growling louder, but it is hard to pinpoint my exact location, for I am using the den to echo my growl. I stick to the shadows of the den, using my ebony pelt as an advantage. As I sneak closer, I stand on a rather tall rock from inside the den looking down at the intruder. He is smaller than Mother and Father, but larger than me. My black lips pull back to reveal sharp milk teeth, yet they are sharp and painful, this I can assure you. I am standing here, figuring out my form of attack. I have the surprise element and I must keep it.

Yet I notice that the intruder is my size, he is not bigger than me. Curious I tilt my head to the side. I haven’t ever seen another wolf my age before. Mother and Father are both busy doing other things. Perhaps, I can allow this intruder to stay…if only for a little bit. Quietly I leap from my high rock, landing a few feet in front of him. My chest, painted with crimson in a V-shape and my matching blood coated legs seemed to gleam against my ebony pelt. Yet, the diamond shaped bloody marking in the middle of my forehead seemed to hold an eerie look, my sapphire eyes had darkened as I continue to observe the puppy intruder up close. My paws move over the skin and bones, my crimson trimmed ears point towards him in curiosity. I am not sure what the proper protocol is when I meet someone like me. I mean, I attacked the last intruder, he was much bigger than me. Mother was proud when I told her, but Father was in a nervous wreck. Apparently I am his little girl and I shouldn’t be messed with. Although I am not pleased that he had woken me up from my nap, my interest in him is high. I haven’t ventured out of my den a lot. I tend to stay close, as Mother permits. Yet I am ready to wander out and about. Perhaps he knew this land better than me. Father reminds me that I am a part of a pack. I must know more about my kind, if I am ever to belong. I approach him carefully, my movements carefully calculated. When I am only a few inches from him, I raise my dial sniffing him, catching his scent. There are many scents that I do not know who they belong to, but there is a strong male and female….I smelled that on my Father a few times. My left ear twitches, as I listen for the sound of Mother or Father coming in, I would hate for this fellow before me to be ripped apart. My cold voice is quite soft as my head tilts in a curious way.

“Who are you…and why are you trespassing in my home?”