Every nip she sent was another move in the place. He learned, moved, and shifted with every movement. Occasionally her sharp fangs would make shallow cuts in his soft lips and he would learn more faster. At this young age their play was practice. He was learning as they played. He was learning to survive in the world that would surely change him with everyday. This was going to be a world he would survive in. It was a world he would command. It started here and now. Unfortunately, he was still young and his father was still his lord and commander.
Sitting beside them, Samhain looked between the two puppies. He studied their interaction closely and noted the girl’s possessiveness over his son. Burnt orange eyes locked onto her and stared at her with an intensity that could only be matched by that of Thoth’s. His masked face tilted slightly and loomed over the young pups. Oh? And who is my son’s new mistress? Samhain asked in his soft tones.
Thoth looked between his father and his playmate. His own gaze narrowed while his mind muddled over what they were saying. Standing atop the dead rabbit he took on a contemplative air. His hackles rose and nose wrinkled in his silent growl. He was possessed by no one. Samhain could rule over him only because of blood and purpose. Ears flattened against his skull. If any claimed him to be ‘theirs’ it was by his choice. He peered at Sekhment, his body flowing once more into one poised to attack. She was going to explain herself, use that beautiful voice, either to him or to his father. Judgement would be passed then and sentencing would be sealed.