07-21-2018, 06:49 PM
Vandal is unfamiliar with the scent of birth - in fact, it's so new to her that when it first hits her senses, her lip is immediately curling in confusion, tongue passing through the outside of her teeth to taste again. It's nothing she's ever really scented before and, out of curiosity, she follows its wafting trail to a source surrounded by a bunch of - a bunch of them; Vandal never really did find out what they're all supposed to be called. Typhoons? Typhooners? Lil itty-bitty droplets? How the fuck would she know? It's not like anybody ever gave her a damn pamphlet.
The mutated maned wolf quickly weaves her way around the crowd to stand beside her sister, quickly taking note of the - the something - in her voice. Vandal can't quite put a paw on what it could possibly be, but one look at her sister's face is enough to indicate that it might not necessarily be a good thing. Vandal doesn't even know who this 'Aphra' is, much less what to do with her, so she completely looks over the new mother in favor of giving the little children a once over.
Vandal can't even remember when she last saw kits. It certainly would've been before she turned to stone-and-coral, and so seeing them again touches something deep in the canine's chest. Without even a word, she lowers herself to her belly and places her chin on top of her paws, happy enough to watch the little things scuttle about in their own, blind little worlds. Vandal might be a bit of troublemaker but she's a sucker for cute things - and kits? Kits are definitely up there.
The mutated maned wolf quickly weaves her way around the crowd to stand beside her sister, quickly taking note of the - the something - in her voice. Vandal can't quite put a paw on what it could possibly be, but one look at her sister's face is enough to indicate that it might not necessarily be a good thing. Vandal doesn't even know who this 'Aphra' is, much less what to do with her, so she completely looks over the new mother in favor of giving the little children a once over.
Vandal can't even remember when she last saw kits. It certainly would've been before she turned to stone-and-coral, and so seeing them again touches something deep in the canine's chest. Without even a word, she lowers herself to her belly and places her chin on top of her paws, happy enough to watch the little things scuttle about in their own, blind little worlds. Vandal might be a bit of troublemaker but she's a sucker for cute things - and kits? Kits are definitely up there.
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON