When I approach the den I am well aware that my Savior will be a bit defensive. So, I make sure to keep my movements slow and steady. I do not want to alarm her. I do not want my Savior to attack me. I trust her. I trust her as I have trusted no one else. She has cared for me. She has shown me what it is like to actually feel care. The food that I provide her is my way of being helpful. I remember Mother telling me that when I was born, it was ritual to bathe the newborn of blood. I am not sure if my Savior has any such things, but I want to be as accommodating to her as I can. I can hear her low growls and I emit a high pitched whine, softly, hoping she knows I am not wanting to be a threat. I manage to lay on my belly and crawl towards the opening of the den trying to show that I am being submissive. When my face sticks at the outside of the den, my violet eyes meet those deadly molting lava like eyes that I swear I think looks could kill in this moment. Her loud threatening growls turn into whines and I know I am safe. She knows I mean well, I am sure of it, and I hope that she continues to remain in such a state. I drop my kills and shove one of the dead rabbits in her direction, hoping this will please her. When she snatches the rabbit, I quickly pull my head back, just in case she might want to lunge at me for whatever reason. I give her a small smile as I rest my head between my russet paws, sighing in content.
It is the familiar scent that makes the ebony fur along my form begin to rise. I can feel the faded wound from that hellish brutes’ bite begin to flare him which seemed odd because long ago it healed. Puzzled I lift my head and notice the familiar cold emerald eyes glaring at me with sharp fangs that had once pierced my flesh before. There is another at his side, this one white and red and she seems just as angered with my presence. Quickly I jump to my russet paws as the black devil lunges at me, I dodge him quickly, grabbing some of the dead kills as I rush and dart past him and the other female. I turn around when I know I am at some sort of a distance and stand there breathing heavily. This was the same wolf that had attacked me at Diveen. I was lucky, as everyone told me, to survive. Though why he is here I do not know. When he sticks his head and part of his body into the den my heart sinks because I know my Savior is in there with vulnerable pups. Unable to move I watch in horror as the female follows his lead. Yet I do not hear growls or any sign of an attack. Instead I hear my Savior whine and the soft mews of the puppies.
Quietly I stand there watching. My head lifting upwards as I inhale deeply the scents along the spring wind. The white and red one smells of Savior and Tobias, clearly she is their true child. That Tobias was capable of procreating and not killing was a puzzling sight. Yet I tilt my head to the side when I catch another scent, this one faint, and this one so very familiar. Mother. He smells of my Mother! I have no idea what to do or even what to say. I know Mother can take care of herself, but I wonder if Tobias killed her. Oh Mother…I am too late. I know I should leave and yet I do not want to leave my Savior alone with him, even if he was the Father to these pups. I need to watch him, study him, and I need to smell the scent of my Mother, because it may be the last time I ever catch her scent. I am so, so, I don’t even know how to feel, but I know I need to remain here. It is when the smaller red and white wolf comes my way do I watch her carefully. I am bigger than her, I am taller than her, but she is older than me. My russet ears twitch forward in interest as I place my kills between my paws. As she speaks I simply lower my head slightly, a formal greeting, for she is from Savior and Tobias. My voice is soft as I speak in response, pleased to hear she understands how to speak, but I alter my words to make her feel comfortable, as well as, myself.
“Big Red and White saved me from another wolf that tried to kill me. Red and White does not allow me to be gone, she wants me close, and I follow. The big black wolf tried to kill me when I was a pup, but I survived.”
I do not walk towards her. I am sure my presence is unwanted by her, but I must stay, because that is what the Savior wants. I lower my head and pick up one of the dead rabbits and place the kill between us. My bright violet eyes would look up at her for a moment as I nudge it gently with my cold nose. I hope she is pleased with the gift. I am not sure if she will like me around or not, but I always try to at least be reasonable and friendly to all. I lift my head and stare back at her, my jaws parting again, as that same cool soft voice tumbles out slowly.
“My name is Raven and congratulations on being a Sister.”