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[[Midnight]]

From the moment she had first begun to explore the world outside of her den, the slate-and-white she-wolf felt that she was always under control of things. When she sensed that she was second place, she quickly made sure to change priorities around. It didn't matter if she had to bite with her teeth or to use lying words, Binah was sure to get what she wanted, when she wanted it. She was a true Moons pup. That's what she was told, anyway. Binah loved to brag to others about how she was "a real Falling Moon, Duke's beloved daughter."

So far, Binah hadn't really made any friends. Mostly she found herself less concerned about playmates, and more curious about hunting and pack heirarchy gossip. She also enjoyed hearing stories about the old valley and the earthquake. Her perception of Dancing Stars was a pack full of cowards. Why, she'd heard that Caden had recently run away from Duke in No Man's Land, his tail tucked under his haunches! How she'd love to meet Caden and show him how stupid he was!

This was exactly what she was thinking as she scored a trailmark of claws across a stone, leaning against a bushel of grasses that layered the slope. She smiled when she saw that she had left marks. Her claws were sharper than stone! Maybe she could be a fighter, like her father. Even if she had to settle for second best and defeat Justyn, the infamous Beta wolf, she'd try it. She had seen the Beta wolf before and had been unimpressed. He was probably four times bigger than her, but Binah could tell that he wasn't Moons material. He was, after all, only a Dancing Stars coward. Binah wondered why Duke even let him stay in the pack. There were others too who were too soft. Binah would get rid of them as soon as she had the power to do so.

Imagining that there was a Dancing Stars omega in front of her, Binah bared her fangs and leapt forward, clamping her jaws shut on imaginary jugulars and landing gracefully on her feet.

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ooc. Mind if Kohar joins her sister? (:

With every waking morning Kohar felt herself grown a little. Her skills of perception were growing also, so she noticed the lengthening of her snowy legs and the luxurious quality her fur was taking on. Above all else, though, she found that she was shedding the clumsy gait of a pup and developing her own grace in her walk. Measured, controlled, no need to be deliberate so she wasn't but naturally balanced. She took no pleasure in seeing her appearance bloom, but pride in her attitude growing a little.

Of course she still had a long way to go. Still an adolescent, it didn't matter if she thought she stood tall, she was still a head below most of the males and females in the pack. Judging by her father's size and what she could remember of her deceased mother, she did not think it would make sense to turn out 'petite'. No, Kohar believed that she would be a tall, strong intent wolf, and did all within her power to suit this image as she quietly went about her ways.

She thought a little about her mother as she walked. Much as she tried, she could not picture her. It irked her a little, but not much. She had quizzed her father about all that she needed to know about her mother and had been told about her rough beauty, her vicious ability to take down other wolves, her independence and intelligence. That was the last Duke had spoken of Myu, and then he had sent her away to leave him in peace. Kohar only hoped that she could live up to such a mother, although she felt no sadness in not knowing her. Kohar was a Moons wolf; she knew what life was really like. It wasn't much sugar-coated in this pack.

Kohar heard a scuffle ahead and she rose up, moving forwards quietly before seeing her sister, fangs bared, striking an imaginary opponent. For a moment Kohar remembered her mother, the same colours that Binah had inherited, but it was more knowledge than memory that served Kohar. Soon she forgot her loss and trotted out to meet her sister.

"Hello sis," she spoke, dark eyes glinting a little. Kohar hadn't seen much of her siblings since they had been old enough to explore by themselves. She sat down, rather regal, and tipped her ears forwards to watch and listen to Binah.