I find it quite amusing that these two puppies look upon the dead rabbit with absolute wonder and hesitancy. I do not think Mother would have approved of me if I looked at her killings in such a hesitant manner. I was curious about her kills and I did as was instructed of me. I did not want to disappoint her. I wanted to see the look of approval in her eyes. I sought out desperately for praise and yet I never got any of it. I want these two puppies to be aware of what they did right and what they did wrong. I want to give them something my own Mother never gave me – approval. As the red ember eyes wolf did as I wanted I made sure to give him praise. Yet as I look to the emerald eyed male I can almost see how his mind turns, how his dark fur bristles in agitation. It is good I think if he is jealous of his own brother, if that motivates him to be challenged then I see nothing wrong, because I want the best for him too. His way of killing the rabbit is…unique. Yes, I think that is the best word for it. I cannot help but smile as I notice how he sits upon the prey and beings to slam his forepaws constantly down upon the rabbit’s neck until I hear that familiar crack. When he is done I cannot help but smile and gently nudge my nose against his flank, nipping it gently as he dares to give me such a challenging look. Males I think are very egotistical and I see there is nothing wrong to flatter it, but also stomp on it slightly. After all he is a puppy. My tone is fused with pride as I praise him, but correct him all the same.
“That is not the correct way to kill the rabbit, but it is creative.”
As I look to the two boys I cannot help, but notice how they look upon each other. Both approving of each other and the task that had been given to them. I finally it quite adorable the way the fur on their chest puffs out in pride. I know they will not stay this adorable for long. They will become what nature intended them to be, and I would do all I can to prepare them for such a future, because I think that is what my task is meant to be. They are like brothers to me and I am more than willing to be what they need me to be. As the lighter coated male struggles to catch on to what I said I simply nod. My bright violet eyes shift towards the darker one and I notice he doesn’t seem to catch on. For a moment I nod my head to assure the lighter one that he is correct.
“Yes, my Mother named me Raven. You two need a name…something I and others can call you…something to make others remember you.”
I grow quiet for a moment as I stare at the two. I am not quite sure what to call them. In fact I do not think it is even my place. I mean this is something their parents should do. Yet I never heard their Mother speak a word. Tobias I have hardly seen now. He comes from time to time, but I make sure that I am far away. I do not want to be near him. Not when he had already bit at my shoulder and tried to kill me when I went to Diveen. My crimson tipped ears twitch back and forth as I continue to stare at the two. I place one paw over the rabbit as I think for a moment while the two just stare at me. Gently I speak as I give them instructions, but I speak slowly so they can understand.
“I don’t know what name you two want to have…but I will try. I will say a word…and if you like that word then say the word, and want it as your name, tell me you like the word.”
With a stern nod I grow quiet for a moment as I try to think of names that might suit them well. I don’t really know a lot of names, much less for males, but I study them and think. With a few words for ideas for a name I speak gently, slowly, wanting the two to listen, as my eyes shift from one to the next.
“Let me know if you like the following: Shadow…Nightshade…Carrara…Calcutta... Singe…Kirribilli, …Jakarta…Lonhro…Morwell…or Nagano.”
She blinked and just stared at them wondering if the words she chose would be the correct ones.