Blackfeather Woods Nobody can get a tan in the moonlight

Astrid, though not as snake-like as her brother, was also moving swiftly between the trees. She knew this place better than the outside world - better than her own head, as most spiderlings did. Her ears perked every now and then to make sure she was still following him, but luckily there was little chance of his giggles echoing of walls. If they were playing this game in the tunnels - oh dear, that would've been pure hell for the star-kissed girl.

The giggling stopped for a moment, but she did not stop running. The scent trail he had left behind was more than enough for her to know exactly where her brother had landed, and sooner rather than later she found his white pelt. Why was he laughing? She jumped to his side, making sure to try and press herself onto him so he could not escape - if he were not gone just yet. Got you! She would mutter with her own twisted laugh.