flock of crows were spooked and flew away. The female pup forgot about her brother and looked around in panic. She sniffed as well, but she didn’t see or smell anything.

She looked back at her brother again. She felt grieve and pain. But she also felt something else. Something new to her. She felt anger, no…………………….it was hatred. She growled in a low voice at the thought of what did this to her brother.

The female pup turned around and walked away, leaving her dead brother and a horrible memory behind. Though the memory would forever haunt her, she found comfort in her hatred. Hatred for the thing that killed her brother, hatred for her own incompetence to help him and………………..hatred for her pack who left her and her brother to die.

She wandered through the forest, the smell of her brother’s blood still in her memory as his dead state. All around her animals watched her with fear, curiosity, hunger and disgust. The young pup growled at anything that came to close.

She forgot how to smile, how to laugh, how to play. She forgot how to be happy. All she could think of was hatred, anger and blood. She craved to see and smell blood.

The wind blew around her as if afraid to touch her and it whispered a word……………Ikari. The female pup quirked her head at the sound. She then lowered her head as if sneaking around and grinned maliciously.

“My name is Ikari” She said softly, but in an venom filled voice.

To Be Continued!