Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
But where's the fun in that
You get what you deserve
She was entranced by the pretty way the blood of her dam's side ran, the way it stuck out against the white fluff of her fur as Jaidah moved through the grass. When her mother sends up the howl, the little one is made to look away, going to run at her sister. Of course, the other girl could not hear her, so Widow took the moment and bounced her way to the other girl's back. On one of the bounces she notices two spots of white and red on the borders of their new home. With a yip, Widow stills, alerting her parents to the sudden appearance of the wolf she had dined with in the caves. "Momma, he is a friend. Invite him in!"
She speaks plainly in her high and mousy tones, her little voice strong enough to travel over the expanse of grass toward the other two boys. Making sure that her mother was looking at where she was going, Widow simply could not hide the excitement on her face at having been born to such a fierce and strong mother. Her tail arched up dominantly and she lifts her hooded crown, blood colored lips and jaws showing clearly as she smiles toward the young wolf she recognizes. Crystalline green eyes cut to the other as she approaches them, her mother close behind as they make their way to the pair. Jaidah moves ahead of the young black, red and white girl of the plains. It would seem that Jaidah has gathered a couple of sons into her ranks. The pure white female says nothing, simply nods her head inward, telling them to come. Widow looks to her father's lurking spot, watching for tell tale signs that he will be on the move for the boys. They would have to prove to him they were worthy as well, though the painted demon child had no doubt within her mind that they would pass his test.
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
But where's the fun in that
Survival of the worst
she-demon ;; zero years ;; breaks no heart ;; shatters no soul ;; resides in Asteraia