Incalia

The pregnant hybrid dashed from the temple, desperate to find somewhere to give birth to her pups. The searing pain that was erupting within her was unbearable, and Incalia wanted to get rid of it quickly. Gulping in as much air as possible to try and take her mind off the pain, the cross-breed frantically looked around for somewhere to make a den. She spotted an old tree that had fallen, its branches interlocked with some other shrubs and bushes around it provided a secluded area that could be transformed into a den if need be. It was dark and quite small, but had enough room for her and her pups to fit in it. Incalia whined quietly and layed down, the contractions coming faster and faster.

Half an hour later, and three new pups lay beside their mother. Incalia gently cleaned each of them, taking in the smell of her new offspring. They were all quite big, taking on impressive builds thanks to their father and mother. Incalia watched them all for a moment, pleased with herself, then began to think of their names. The largest pup, she would call Ghoul. The second born, the smallest pup, Onslaught, and the youngest but medium sized pup Bandit.

The middle man, Onslaught, wimpered. He began to wiggle towards his mother, but bashed into Ghoul. He tried to bat his brother out the way, before shuffling towards Incalia.

Ghoul

The first six weaks of his life were spent in a den. Snuggled next to his mother against his own will. He had only recently began to grow a will filled with determination and independance. His frost white coat began to recieve the shades and tints of gray that he would wear proudly in his adulthood.

Dark tinted orbs looked were staring at the active temple. He had been wondering lately what was over there, but said nothing to the others about his ponderings. Instead, he let a flash of anger errupt as his brother bapped him in the face. "Onslaught, you can go around you know?!" His growls were in frustration as he batted his brother back with a sharp puppy bite.

Onslaught & Incalia

It's not a killing spree, Its a massacre
Onslaught

Onslaught growled, and attempted to bowl over his larger brother. Why should I go around? You should move out the way. His brother teeth caught the side of his face. Onslaught bared his small fangs and aimed a bite for Ghoul's neck. It wouldn't do any damage, but it was a good attack that would serve him well as he grew older.

Incalia stretched, waking from a few hours sleep. They had grown so quickly, and the cross breed knew it was time for them to meet their new family. The mother yawned as she crawled out the den, enjoying the sunlight as it bounced off her black and brown coat. She shook her coat, casting a look back to the den she called to her offspring in a sharp command. Come on you lot, move it, I'm taking you to meet your pack-mates. When she actually turned round to look at her sons, she spotted Ghoul and Onslaught biting each other. She rolled her eyes and grabbed Onslaught by the scruff, yanking him off Ghoul and placing him outside the den in the sun. You'll have plenty of time to fight later, come on. Eventually they would grow to be larger than their mother, but they would never out smart her. She was going to rule over them for the rest of their lives. She would make sure of it. She turned, lifting her tail so they could keep track of her, and headed for the Temple.

Onslaught growled as his mother pulled him from Ghoul. He followed his mother to the Temple, slightly unnerved at the prospect of meeting his older half-sister, the alphess, and all the adults she ruled over. He had a feeling they wouldn't be too friendly. Then again, Onslaught wanted to be exactly like them, feared by one and all, so he raised himself up, threw back his head and trotted after his mother.

Bandit

Bandit's first weeks were a speed of time in the den, until finally Incalia announced they would go out and meet the pack. He sat intently, a head cocked to the side and watching his brothers as they fought over a seemingly pointless battle, maybe over their position in the pups? His ears flicked as he glanced over at his mother. His brothers fought, yes, but Bandit spent most of his time thinking and developing his tiny mind. So far he knew he wasn't to high in the rank of family, but his mother was a strong wolfess. When they sparred over anything, Bandit would watch carefully. He had been told of the world outside every once in a while, and how he'd need to be strong, better than the others. He rose and shook, throwing himself slightly offbalance. He padded after them all into the bright sun. The second he did his ears went back and he walked lower, but it wasn't submissive at all. It was more defensive, as if the huge world outside his den would hold only massive pain and destruction.