posting
It is not often those that didn’t belong within the fields would be this far within the territory. All the wolves within the fields constantly kept watch over all, ensuring the safety of each member, and allowing no outsiders to cause any trouble. There had been talk amongst Favorite and Provider about the wolves that called the Mountains home. She didn’t understand completely what was being said, but there were certain words that gained her attention and she tucked those words away. Brother was good at giving her understanding when she brought him questions and she was hoping that after his long nap she would question him. For now though her entire attention was upon the pup that did not belong within the fields. She understood that those that didn’t belong within the fields needed to be out, but she had never before seen an intruder. What she was supposed to do she did not know. But she did know that this other puppy was in danger...maybe. Like a demented doll her head would tilt to the side in such a freakish manner, those emerald eyes borrowing into Sila’s own as if the hellion angel was searching for Sila’s very soul. Her voice appeared much stronger now as she shouted at the girl even though her tone was friendly. Nevermore was still working on her...social skills.
“Who brought you...who told you to stay?”
After all she needed to know. Maybe this puppy was already claimed by the one of the older wolves. If she wasn’t then maybe she could show her off to Protector and Provider. They would handle her as they have with other small ones, but she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to do such a thing. There was something about Sila that caused the shadowy young girl to dismantle all such dark and twisted thoughts that always ended with Sila dead. Rudely her dark muzzle would shove into Sila’s neck, inhaling the girl’s scent for a moment, taking note that her scent was mixed with something unfamiliar and familiar. She had caught this scent upon the boy with emerald eyes, the one she called ‘Pretty Eyes’ her fragile mind ensnaring itself around this memory. She liked Pretty Eyes and wondered if she would ever see that boy again. She wanted to go off and look for him and yet she had no starting point. It did not occur to her that Sila might feel uncomfortable with her cold nose stuffed within her neck fur and yet Nevermore was satisfied she did not notice anything weak upon the girl. Removing her muzzle from her neck the shadowy wolf would take a few steps back to give them space. With a slight stutter she struggles to find the right words, beautiful emerald eyes looking upon the other puppy again.
“Sometimes...they eat....me and you...small ones...like us...but...maybe not you.”
Yes not this one. This one she will keep. Provider and Protector would not have this one. All that needed to be done was placing her own scent upon the girl, claiming the girl as her own. Thick banner tipped with ebony swayed side to side happily at this silent approval. Sila should considered herself honored, lucky, to be one of the first ones Nevermore would claim as her own. Without hesitation she bounds towards the girl, shoving her face into her own, making the odd diamond-shaped like mark along her ebony forehead press into Sila’s own forehead, looking her straight in the eye in such an odd and very invasive position. Happily the girl speaks, tugging the words too long, as her tail continues to wave side to side now in a frantic manner.
“Doooooo yoooouuuu waaaannnaaaaa plllaaaayy?”