As I let my gaze reign in on the mountains, eating them up like my future meal, I am not completely blinded by it. I am aware of my surroundings and that others inhabit this land of my brothers. In fact, it is my brother himself that seeks to approach me upon the top of the dune. It was a satisfying thing for me as my light green eyes move to looks from the mountains to down upon Eden as he comes my way. He comes to me, and this is a most satisfying thing as my mother had taught me. I do allow my satisfaction to creep onto my light colored maw, devious eyes touching upon him as he sits near me- but not too close.

I admit I do not know much about the outside world yet, but I am not admitting that to anyone but myself. I watch him carefully, my mind ticking as I look away from the peeks and examine his face, his mannerisms, and what makes Eden...Eden. He is so much larger, so much older than me and my siblings. There has been many moons since our departure from our mother- but we have the same mother regardless.

He brings up the name of the peaks. He brings up what they were once called. I look back to them, my eyes narrowing as my ears flicker back for a moment in thought. Has mother told me? It doesn't matter either way. I find my lips peeling back slightly with my own amusement. It twist my white head back to Eden, lifting a brow.

"It does not matter what they call it. I will take it and call it whatever I want," I state bluntly, my voice fine and lyrical, perhaps a bit lighter and more feminine than that of my mother. It certainly is more lively. My green eyes, flicked with eerie black, focus in on the eyes of Eden, my tail curling around the other way around my paws.

"What of Glorall? Did you not change the name, or did you fall to the knees of whoever named it before you?" I asked daringly, head tilting slightly, with perhaps a touch of innocence gracing my presence. I am indeed but a pup right now. My body has not grown fully, and my face still holds that....youthful glow to it.

I do not even consider that others might not dare challenge the lead of the pack so directly- but this matter is important, even if it seems to small. The name of a place is what echos in the minds of others. If it was once called something else, then someone changed it. Someone had the power to change and it the power over other minds. I want that power. Eden had the potential for this power- and I wonder if he ever took it with his teeth.