He doesn't understand, won't ever, perhaps, but it was worth a try. I go limp beneath him as he snaps and yells at my face, whining and whimpering, shaking in the height of his fury. I feel it like a knife to the heart, and I cannot help the snarled words I spit up at him as he snaps and gnashes his fangs in my face. "I will be far away in winter then, you will not touch me, nor come near me. It will be as devoid of my presence as when I left to kill our daughter." I roar this at his face, and I push my way up from beneath him as my fury switches back to on. I square my position with his and lift my chin, today, I will not be pushed down, my will power is too much in this.

A calm voice belies my rage, dark coal hackles lifting up as I stare molten daggers into his good eye, I will not be quelled. It is without warning that I lash out at him, rushing him and shoving my shoulder straight into his chest, I know my strength lies within my front, I know how to move myself in a fight now. There is no better way than this to atone for what he made me do, for what he would have me go through in my life, to know I am the end of a line so noble. "Is that what you want?" I say into his ear, angling my squared jaw up to his ear and grasping at the base of it in a savage and sudden snap. Should I make the grab, I will simply pull down until he is on the ground before me, making it too painful for him to stand. Should I miss, I will try and grasp his cheek, the side of his neck, anything to land a punishing hold on my brother.

"I want copies of us, to leave behind when we die, something to say we were here and we loved enough to leave ourselves on this planet." I let go, dashing out of range, laying down and panting with a hopefully stained crimson tongue. How could he refuse me anything? I turn sad eyes on him, hopeless golden pits that show the depth of my wanting for the perfect blends of ourselves. He could still have me, he would still be close to me, and I want him there with me. I want him to see pups as I do, to look at me with pride once more and never that disgust he held for when I first gave birth. I never want to be that weak again, and if the pups make me that way, I will eat them myself.