She is perhaps the youngest one heading towards this spot where others are gathering. She was born late in the spring, and her form was still very much tiny and pup. Phaedra was a very...free mother. She did not coddle and was not particularly protective, but her mother was not too far off watching her toddle off from a distance. Phaedra would watch the greater picture from a far, scanning constantly for any threats that may come about, hoping to spot them well before any threat may be a problem.

It did mean that Warpoint got to learn to traverse towards the group alone, and learn how to get around the obstacles like rocks and tall grass. It was hard for the heavy set pup to get used to his growing limbs. She was a determined one, if anything. Her sunset eyes were naturally fierce as well as her expression. She was very much a blend of her parents and grandparents, a beautiful blend of Angel and Demon. The once enemies had combined, and the results was nothing but stunning.

Warpaint hoped that her sister would join them, but she did not exactly wait either. It was not for any dislike of her sister- simply that Warpaint so far was only really able to focus well on one thing at a time, and once she was on something, she was on it. Her mission now was to make it to the group, which eventually the young pup did.

Her sunset eyes set upon a decent sized stick. She seemingly ignored the other pups at first, her attention stuck on the stick as she dove right for it. She was perhaps...clumsy, but it was obvious she was going to be a very large girl once she grew up all the way. Once she teeth sinks into the stick she raises her white forehead touched with red and black. Her eyes then focused in on Petra and the way the other girl seemed to taunt everyone with the pelt in her mouth. Warpaint immediately felt an urge that she could not control- the urge to take it and dominate.

The stocky girl leapt forward, her black jaws reaching out to grab the other half of the pelt. She would grab on and hold tight- like her life was in the balance. Her seriousness was perhaps not immediately noticeable- but she was serious. Her eyes narrow as she focuses more on the pelt than the other girl. If given the chance she would use her stocky form to pull back and shake her head, a growl forming in her throat. She knew not her own strength and knew not the strength of the other- her eyes staring fiercely at the pelt rather than the other girl. All she knew was she wanted the pelt- and it was a desire and fixation she could not stop in this moment until something else snapped her out of it.