Babysitting. That is my mission to become the Dark Angel of Diveen. Babysitting. Why would Mother give me such a humiliating task! Their Mother should be doing this – not me. It isn’t my fault if these puppies were foolish enough to wander in a land they were not welcomed. I have been to many lands without their permission and even though I never got caught, I would never be acting as they were, I mean really are puppies this stupid? In my hiding spot I observe the group before me, their silly yips and growls were enough to make me roll my eyes. This is not a fight. This is nothing. I’m supposed to save my family members from their own foolishness and pride? If I’m supposed to be a Dark Angel shouldn’t I be going off to kill some wolf that has caused pain to our pack or our allies. I should be hunting down Tobias with Dexter, but no, I am here watching my stupid cousins.

It is when the pups of Asteraia start to get a little rough do I allow myself to emerge. Though thankfully with the snow my perfectly colorless pelt provides me with the ability to camouflage within my surroundings. As I approach downwind, my scent undetected, my dark blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. There was a time when my massive paws would have embarrassed me and caused me hindrance, but I am capable of walking silent upon them keeping my massive form balanced. As an assassin I should be swift and silent, but I feel as if I shouldn’t be as I near the group, all parties seeming far too interested in each other. Perfect. When I feel as if I am close enough a savaged snarl escapes my muzzle as I lift my golden crown upwards, my white banner ascending behind me. White lips pull back to reveal my sharp ivories as my long limbs carry my massive frame over the fields. Yes, that is right, I am three years old, fully grown, I am 40 inches in height and my weight is 185 pounds. Yea, that’s right I am not ashamed of my weight. I am one lean mean fighting machine with a lot of brute strength, my feminine frame is slight, and I am built as a tank. I am one deadly assassin, I was taught by the great King Heyel himself, I come a long rich and perfect Angelic bloodline, I am the 4th Princess of Diveen, I am a wolf that one must not dare to cross – and I am babysitting. I make my voice sound cold with a sardonic tone as my eyes narrow at the ground, easily blocking the Asteraia pups from the Diveen ones. One massive paw meets Cuirass as I easily force him to fall to his side when he attempts to attack. I stand still being the perfect barrier between the pack pups.

“Come now…are we really going to act like children.”

I stand there quietly for a moment allowing the sun to shine on my perfect pelt. As I glare at the Asteraia pups I hold my gaze with each and every one of them, not blinking, not speaking, just staying eerily quiet. I do so love this whole ‘stare down thing’ I hardly make a sound and I am sure it might creep some out that I do not stare. When I am finished with them I sharply turn my form around as my steely gaze glares at Hyrule, his brother, and the child of our Master Healer. A low growl rumbles in my chest as I lower my crown to their level, my voice sounding most authoritative just like Isolt, well sort of, just without the sweetness.

“Tu tres, ad Diveen, nunc gradiendum."You three, back to Diveen, now march.”

It is not a suggestion, it is not a question – it is a command, an order. It would be in their best interest if the follow. I am not pleased with these three not getting a move on so…as quick as a viper I grab Hyrule’s muzzle between my teeth and press down firmly, but gently as not to leave permanent marks. I am using his ego against him – here he is with his muzzle tightly in my grasp in front of his peers and the Asteria pups he attempted to show up. They say the best way to punish a pup was to use psychological affects and well…that was what I was doing. My sharp blue piercing eyes, specked with violet, stare into his violet eyes without any remorse. I am the Dark Angel. I am an assassin. I am the fourth Princess to Diveen. I am a somebody and I am going to make damn sure he, his brother, and fellow Diveen puppy, get their asses back home in one piece. If I have to drag him by his tail then so be it…that is his reputation and his perfectly snowy white fur ruined.