I couldn't understand what was wrong with this indiviual to think it was okay to kill and eat another lupine. It made absolutely no sense. To kill to feed yourself is one thing, but you don't feed yourself on another wolf. That was more than wrong. I was no angel by any means, but I would never cross that line, to kill and eat another of my own kind would never cross my mind, not in a million years. I was sure even with how much distain I had for my own father--he wouldn't eat another wolf. I let my nose scrunch, eyes narrowing as I glared at the she-wolf before me. It was almost as if this femme expected everyone else to succumb with an austerity of being okay with this. I was so fa r away from being okay with it. "I give a rats ass about the life you took without a second thought. Whoever it was didn't deserve this." I may hate others, and want to be left alone more often than not, but to have your life end that way, more than tragic.

The she-wolf began to try to mimic me, and I laughed, tilting my head to the side as I let my eyes close. "Shows what you really know. No one considers me a princess." I ignored her. My eyes traced back to the male who had spoken up. He spoke of morals being grey. And how he didn't know why others thought he was bad. Maybe I fell into that category. Assuming he was bad based on his actions I had yet to see him do anything bad, per say.

I stayed silent, listening as the girl spoke of draping him in my own colors, a glare tossing her way. I was shocked when he stood up for me, but his next words stopped my own words from forming. "Father----Eden?!" I stumbled over the words. I spoke them so quietly I wasn't sure I was registering the words. He called Eden father. That had to mean he was my half brother. WhAT?! I found myself shaking my head. I caught the words he spoke. He spoke his name, Erebos. I let the image of him and his name sink into my mind. I moved further away from the she-beast, positioning myself towards him, but not in a too-noticeable manner. I found myself at a loss for words, to be honest. Almost as I if I was loosing my train of thought.