...and I'm every one of them

The tiny girl was unaware she was being followed, not taking into account that there may be a few who would find her curious and try to interact with her. The child of wrath did not like to socialize and actively avoided it, the natural aura she exuded full of the fire of rage and the ice of hatred, helping to keep others away; Keturah was a storm and any sane creature stayed hidden away when a storm blew in. So far, there were only two wolves that the granite girl tolerated being around: her mother Ava and her half brother Eden. It was highly unlikely she would have any friends in her life with her abrasive attitude, only a wolf of extreme patience and determination to stick around may find a way to be tolerated as well. If Keturah continued down the road she was going and did not take Eden's training to heart, nobody would ever want to be around her, including potential mates.

Keturah does not sense the boy before her, only when he growls is she made aware of his presence. She does not spook or jump in fear, rather immediately growls defensively as her golden gaze flashes open. The small girl is up on her feet, her growls low and hackles raised. She realizes that the strange pup before her had been watching her, immediately setting off setting off her dislike. He may stare at her with a curiosity but her eyes are cold as her tail arches over her back. Normally her actions were rash, but for once she was right to act so suspicious of the larger and older boy watching her and being so close to her. Her mind immediately settled on him being a freak she wanted nothing to do with and would need to be chased away.

Golden eyes linger on the dark boy, nose twitching and trying to intake the scents on him. She smelled Eden primarily and even Ava faintly, leaving the small child to wonder if maybe this was a relative of hers. The granite girl was smart, had learned of Eden's children, he nieces and nephews. Maybe this was one of them? The thought however did not lighten her mood, her body posture remained aggressive and on edge as she stepped closer, imposing herself on him to show him she was not scared, that she was a queen who deserved respect and he was beneath her. If he wanted to start trouble she would show him how dangerous she could really be, even at her young age.

"Who are you and why are you watching me, creep?" she hissed, her words as venomous as ever. It may have been a question but it was not asked, it was demanded. There was no kindness in her and he had certainly done nothing to earn any. Being blood related meant little, she would attack and kill her own litter mates, so this boy meant even less to her. He would have to start talking quick if he wanted to keep her attention. He wanted to play? He wanted to see if she was family? Then he had better think fast or she'd leave before he got his chance to find out just who Keturah was and what made her, her.

Keturah
- female - zero years - heartless - soulless - Glorall -
- progeny of ava x covet -