LITTLE LILAC |Open + Intro|

"What is it? Something I can play with?" calls the second puppy, a bespeckled princess with a robin's throat of umber and eyes the same shade as freshly churned flower beds. Her ears would flutter as she hopped after her sister, oddly long and utterly disproportionate to her head, making her almost blind and immediately irritable as it slapped repeatedly against her eyes. She'd have much preferred to stay back in the prison where it was cool and secured and the ground wasn't so rough on her paws. Considering she mostly dragged her club foot, the dry canyon dirt was especially unforgivable. Still, Citali often called the shots and Alya didn't mind following her - so long as entertainment was secured. A fair trade. Limping to her sister's side, she peeks over her shoulder, "isit edible?"

"Speaking" // Using telepathy/mind control

KILLIN' SHIT, BITCH CALL ME RAMBO ✘

Maybe some considered it weak and unmnanly, but Rico had a soft spot for kids. He really didn't know what it was about them but they were adorable, those big eyes so full of wonder and amazement. Kids really were just the cutest things. And so naturally, he was highly protective of them, even if he didn't know them and they didn't know him. These kids, not only were clanmates, but they were just running around and enjoying life, so yes, he had to keep an eye on them to make sure they wouldn't go pushing each other down hills, or holding each other's heads beneath water like him and his brothers used to do as pups. His family had always been aggressive.

Peering over their shoulders, curiosity shimmering within blue eyes, the hound's head cocked to the side. He didn't care if he wasn't involved in this, he wanted to see what they were looking at so intently, maybe it was something cool. "Wut ya go'?"

What with all the shit going on, Helix almost forgot that Olympia had kids now. Kids that were old enough to run around and cause trouble. Christ, that was going to be a pain in the ass to deal with. Helix was never good with kids, always being awkward and unsure around them. He was always scared he was going to do or say the wrong thing and quite literally get lynched by their mothers. There was nothing scarier than a protective mom, at least in Helix's book. When he spotted the two girls bunched up together, he knew that they were probably up to no good. "What do you guys have there?" he asked, carefully choosing his words. Didn't want to make it sound like he was trying to, like, parent them or something. That wasn't his job.

goldentower wasn't a parent and doubted he ever would be . he certainly didn't have the patience for anyone else's children , so that didn't leave high hopes for his own . the canine's own childhood had left him with a rather unconventional mother and parenting style , doubtless meaning his own view on the kids was clouded by a lack of personal experience . the commander had been out on a lone patrol , searching for herbs to restock on and seeking time away from all his clan mates . the peace was broken by the thundering of paws and the tiny barks of children . he should've bypassed them , but he found his paws carrying him closer before he could really think about it . " is it safe for you two to be out here by yourselves ? " goldentower asks evenly , giving alya's foot a pointed look .