Sleepily, the blood-dusted girl watched her siblings from beneath the belly of their mother. She didn’t feel frightened but perhaps she had taken such a position because she was wary of their environment… she just wasn’t aware of it yet.

Her exhausted panting soon lessened until she was able to cease it completely and before Blackthorne approached she was nearly ready for any excitement that awaited them. Obsidian’s stomping in the mud had her attention for the moment, only because what he was doing seemed more interesting than anything else. Lethe shifted her weight as she tucked on hind leg underneath her to rest on her right side and thought about joining in on Obsidian’s game until someone approached.

She felt the smallest sudden tense of her mother’s body and Lethe peered out from beneath to see who was provoking her. The stranger’s voice is masculine like her daddy’s but she does not like the words that come from his tongue. She remains beneath her mother as he speaks of Siren bringing them to be left for him. No. That can’t be why they are here. Mom wouldn’t do that to them! ”No, no... NO!” she spouts in an angry, high-pitched voice as she stands with her fur bristled. She put up a strong front but did not dare step away from the protection Siren’s hovering figure offered.

The small body of another, slightly older, pup has her hushed but still bristled as her yellow eyes shift to him. He seems scared or anxious, it’s hard for young Lethe to tell. But Siren’s voice comforts her as she claims the child and her siblings, her body leaping slightly forward and leaving Lethe standing beneath her belly. She finds strength in her mother’s sudden viciousness and Ruby’s own brave front had her finally straying from Siren’s underbelly. Lethe steps away from Siren’s protective presence but not too far and hovers behind Ruby and Obsidian for the time being. Her hackles are still pricked upward but the playful mood of her siblings helped ease her a little.

Aithne, Aithne, Aithne. The name played on repeat in her head as their mother spoke of the boy that appeared. Bones, bones, bones. The chorus of words come from all three of them in a multitude of ways as Lethe remains silent. Ruby comes near to swat at her but Lethe snarls quietly to ward her off; she does not want to play right now. She is feeling too… tense and anxious, her reaction to the situation being fed from Siren’s violent possessiveness and guarded behavior. Her eyes remained on the larger, dominant male as he stood before them; she would not let him out of her sight but she wished that he would just go away. They only wanted to speak with the bones, after all.