Sif rebalanced herself as the black and pale pup righted himself on the wet sands, sand and water smeared her coat and the stench of the sea perfumed up around them. To her it did not stink but lent it’s fregrence to her even more, she doesn’t lose her stance in all of this an an almost mischeivious glimmer comes to her green eyes as she watches him cower before her, how could one not say to another a pride at seeing another bow down before them in such a way? It lent a sort of power to her already beating heart and she knew that this would not be the first time she would feel this rush come over her.

He is lucky that Inna had come so quickly for no sooner had he cowered but her vocal sister arrived at her side, questions Sif wanted to ask came forth and the male having seen the silent fury of Sif and now the voice she so desperatly wanted had come to her aide, she nare allowed herself a moment of relax when the boy voiced his name, she let her own bum hit the sand only her tail didn’t beat to the same happy tunes as her sisters she kept her attention on the boy Mihr as he spoke of wanting his mother. Her shoulder bumped Inna’s in welcome and a silent sneer ran across her muzzle, so the boy was scared, wanted his mummy dearest did he?

Sif’s mouth opened in silent laughter as she looked from Inna to Mihr, she wondered if they should torment him longer or allow him respite, she knew Inna’s heart was to kind unmarred by their fathers blood as she herself was. Perhaps the boy was truthful in his promise, maybe they could show him around maybe they should teach him a thing or two about tromping around in other packlands without first announcing himself to said pack. Poor Sif wasn’t good at making friends you see, it had all the reasons of her being mute that caused her to not be good friend making material, she also couldn’t speak so that hindered her as well though we are confident that one day she will be less on guard… Maybe.