butt's are cute :3

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Hate. To a wolf who hated nothing, the very word made her flinch. It was not that she was such a goody-two-shoes that she was incapable — although that could have had something to do with it initially — she just felt like it was a waste of her time. Negative emotions and bitter thoughts meant less time being happy, although, she had to admit it was getting harder to turn those little devil's away. However, this was a different matter. Borlla said she hated her family. Ozera flinched once more at the very thought of it. "How could you hate your family, Borlla? They care about you, I know they do." And she wasn't just saying that. She remembered the look on Indru's face when he spoke of his family vividly, and knew he must love them more than anything. Did Borlla know that? Or did she know and not even care?

But Borlla's final statement stung her deeply before Ozera had the chance to shrug it off. You didn't even know him. Ozera liked to think that Borlla was wrong... however, she had only met him once, deep in the fire scarred Wildwood. But he had revealed much about his character that day that Ozera did feel as if she knew him, at least one side of him. The rest she had only heard about from Indru. But... But... It was such an unfair accusation. "I did know him. Maybe not as well as you, but I'd met him. And when I came to live here, I was looking forward to getting to know him."


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Well. Borlla didn't seem to be anything like her family members. Even Ruiko hadn't been so openly bitter. He had been a bit of a jerk, aloof and cool... but he had never spat or grumbled or complained. While her older brother's stony nature had been disconcerting, Ozera felt as if she could deal with him well enough. It appeared that no matter what she said to Borlla, though, that the youngster was determined to take things the wrong way. As it stood, the pale scrap of fur had nearly blown up in her face. It was strange, almost funny, Ozera realized, that this was her first real experience with getting yelled at.

And of all the wolves, it was just a pup.

When this notion dawned on her, she mostly forgot to be offended and bitter. In fact, she laughed. Ozera was nearly six times the age of this thing —although she loathed to admit it— and yet, here she was, getting chewed out by Indru's little sister. However, after a few moments, she became aware of just how rude it was to be laughing at a time like this, but there was no real way to recover. She stifled herself awkwardly, wiping any trace of a smile from herself, and soberly mumbled, "Uhm. Sorry. Right, well. I'm sorry... for ruining your life." Okay, thinking about this some more, it was pretty funny. In fact, Ozera realized she probably shouldn't be taking Borlla seriously at all. It was just a bit of teenage angst, exaggerated and superfluous. Oh, youngsters. How very silly indeed. In order to stop herself from breaking out in laughter again, Ozera dove back to the remainders of rabbit with a bit of an overstated gusto.

She heard the agitated demands with barely veiled amusement, her head still down in the rabbit. It was funny to see the change come over Borlla. It was if Borlla was horrified that there might be something secretly amusing that she wasn't a part of. But that's how all young ones were, very curious and very intent on being in on the hilarity. At first, she pretended she hadn't heard her and refused to look up and answer, a slight smile on her lips.

But suddenly her meal was dragged out of her mouth. In front of her parted jaws she spied Borlla's pale face. "Please, I wasn't laughing at you!" although Ozera could not even say this without a smile creeping up onto her features, and she turned her head away to hide it. Breath, Ozera, breath. Taking a second to master herself, she turned back to face Borlla. As soberly as she could, she added, "Can I have the rabbit back, or do you want it now?" This time, she allowed herself a toothy, innocent grin.