Two fluffy wolves leaned over the newborn, orange eyes widened at how different their child was. The male and female both looked identical, with blueish gray fur and black noses. But their daughter... she was different. She was white, with red and black markings. What was wrong with their pup? The mother's expression was concerned, but the father gave a cold, judgmental stare. Sensing this, the mother growled and pulled her child in closer. "Why do you have to be so hard on a newborn pup, Duke? Children don't just fall out of trees. This could be our first and last pup. Can't you be thankful for once in your life?" She picked up her pup and simply walked out of the cave, leaving her mate and pack forever.
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Two years later, the exact same pup, Miss Rainybelle, sat on a fallen tree, staring up at the sky with emotionless crystal-like eyes. Her mother had died a couple of weeks ago, and Miss actually wasn't grieving the loss. She couldn't mope around forever. That was just the way Miss was. If someone close to her died, Miss wasn't one to weep. She would more or less be all, "oh, that's too bad" and move on. Miss did realize, however, it was her mother who died, and she was sad about it, she would just never admit it.
Standing up, Miss hopped off the log and began to wander around the Temple, where she had made her new home. She loved it; a river to bathe in, tortoises which were easy prey, and frequent visitors to chat with. Miss, however, refused to fall in love or anything of the sort. She wouldn't adopt or have pups or anything. Tsk, all she needed to survive was herself.
Until she met Baroness.
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Two years later, the exact same pup, Miss Rainybelle, sat on a fallen tree, staring up at the sky with emotionless crystal-like eyes. Her mother had died a couple of weeks ago, and Miss actually wasn't grieving the loss. She couldn't mope around forever. That was just the way Miss was. If someone close to her died, Miss wasn't one to weep. She would more or less be all, "oh, that's too bad" and move on. Miss did realize, however, it was her mother who died, and she was sad about it, she would just never admit it.
Standing up, Miss hopped off the log and began to wander around the Temple, where she had made her new home. She loved it; a river to bathe in, tortoises which were easy prey, and frequent visitors to chat with. Miss, however, refused to fall in love or anything of the sort. She wouldn't adopt or have pups or anything. Tsk, all she needed to survive was herself.
Until she met Baroness.