Born of two wolves with such dominant tendencies, it should not come as a surprise that from even before birth the trio of pups have competed for dominance. Some of her earliest memories are that of lashing out at her brothers and earning bites in return. Quickly she had learned to warp the pain into something that pushed her further rather than make her recoil. The days in the den were long, spent mostly sleeping and feeding and then sleeping again. It is in the cover of night that she wakes and "plays," climbing over the stark white of her mother's fur and standing atop her like the ruler she was. It does not matter to her that Shaddix was slightly larger than her, Raum was determined to be the strongest of her litter. At such a young age she was not even fully aware of the defect she bears, tilting her right ear closer to any sound or voice she wished to distinguish and understand. The fact that her left ear is useless is something she just accepted as normal, not realizing that it set her apart from her littermates.

Three weeks of their lives have passed, and in that time there has been little interest in moving beyond the confines of their cliffside den. Especially during the day, when bothersome light streamed in through the entrance. Often Raum would climb to the summit of Jaidah's back and then plop down on the far side, seeking the shade her body offered so that she might enfold herself in the warmth of her fur and not have to deal with the light directly. But in the cover of night she would peer out the opening, and at about two weeks in, when her legs were not so wobbly anymore, she stepped out into the cool sea breeze for the first time. Even in her youth she feels a great sense of self preservation, thinking her life far too important to waste by stepping out onto a ledge where she might fall to her death.

When Jaidah's bark woke her from her morning nap she growled and snapped at the fluff of her mother's fur, rewarded with a mouthful of it as it came away with ease in the final stages of her shedding. Her left her pricked forward as her mother spoke, and as soon as she heard the word father Raum was on her feet. Nimbly she weaved between her mother's legs until she was pressed between her brothers. Despite their constant battles for dominance she preferred the space between them, for it was there she found their comfortable warmth that she was not entirely sure why she craved. And then they were off, leaving the den of their birthing behind, and little did Raum know that they would not return to this place. Occasionally she glanced over the edge that dropped away into nothingness, but she was more focused on the white of her mother walking before her.

Raum sticks close to her mother, if only because she respects her and is eager to follow wherever she might lead. Today it would be to the girl's father, and when his hulking form is spotted out before them, the green eyes of the girl grow wide. Immediately she is infatuated with him, the way the black of her pelt traces his topline and runs down his face. Jaidah had jogged away from them to embrace Reaver, but Raum does not rush forward. Instead she walks, waiting for her parent's embrace to conclude before stepping forward first, gazing up into the face of her sire for the first time. Everything about him is severe, and perhaps that instinctual self preservation should have kicked in as the girl boldly meets his eyes. She can sense his fury just as she would from her brothers before they landed a blow on her hide, but she does not recoil as Reaver's nose lowers towards her. His lips drew back, revealing stark white fangs and his hot breath washes over her.

Immediately her nose senses something different, and a craving wracks her body. Without a second thought she thrusts her nose upwards to meet the maw of her father, jabbing her black muzzle into the corner of his lip. Instinct takes over, for the craves what it is that makes his breath smell so delicious. Never before have the pups had meat, and she does not even know what it is she is asking for, only that she must have it. For a moment there is a look of fury mottled with confusion on Reaver's face before his nose wrinkles and he turns aside, regurgitating the meat he had consumed less than an hour before. Raum moved to the steaming pile, never having consumed anything but the milk her mother's body offered. But there is something about this substance that smells so delicious, and she hungrily takes it into her mouth. Devine.

Low growls rumble from her throat as her poisonous green eyes flash up towards her siblings, warning them to stay away, for she had earned this and would not share. Her gaze wanders to Gehenna who lays off away from the group, before she continues to gorge herself on this delicacy that she had no name for. But it was hers. Little does she know that her father looks down at her in a semblance of approval before he looks to her brothers with renewed severity.

ooc; guys please pm me if you'd like to lead into interactions with reaver the way i did here with raum. c;