A girl painted with the colors of the planet Venus awoke just alongside a river – did she get washed up by it? Her deep blue ocean eyes blinked, looking around. She smelled wolves, and a lot of different scents at that, but none of them seemed familiar. The strongest was that of another pup…and flowers? Her eyes landed on a wolf with a back of pink peonies, with fur in the hue of a soft brown, almost cream color and white fur on his belly and face. She bounded over to him, waking him up from his passed out state too. His eyes were a vibrant pink, much alike to the flowers on his back. Venus spoke. ”Are you okay?” The boy nodded as he slowly stood up, and Venus took this opportunity to speak again. ”My name is Venus! Do you have a name?” Her head cocked curiously as the boy thought, who eventually shook his head. He didn’t remember his own name? He must have hit his head on the rocks. This led to a pout on Venus’s maw, thinking for a moment before giving him a name. ”I’m going to call you Admon!” The little boy smiled, wagging his tail before speaking himself, eventually leading the two to discover they did not know where their parents were, and that they needed to find help, or in worse case scenario, a new home. So both of them agreed to head more east – to the south stenched of blood.

Unknowningly, the two children wandered into Sabertooth lands, and at first glance, one could think they were already siblings – after all, Venus had colors of creams, oranges, whites, and even faint blues in her pelt, and Admon’s fur was that of cream and white. Soon enough they came to a meeting, where Venus’s eyes landed on a winged male taking a bloody wolf away. What happened? Without hesitation, Venus bounded forward first to the group of wolves, Admon following shortly behind. When their small bodies reached the gathering, a woman with ear tufts and wings was finishing her speech. ”Let alone one who would target a gentle soul who likely didn’t even fight back.” The two pups’ presence could very well break the somberness of a loss by bringing in new life. ”Hello! I’m Venus!” Venus chirped up, followed by Admon, who was not as upbeat. He was more shy. ”Hi, I’m Admon. We woke up by the river.” He spoke, stating the facts. His pink eyes shifted to his paws as he sat. Venus then spoke again. ”I think we might had passed out…” Her eyes scanned all the wolves, who were all adults, and if not, they were almost. Her eyes locked onto a white femme with horns, who looked sad. A small smile crossed her face, hoping the wolf she’d come to know was Artemis would notice.

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