Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

Doing as he was instructed, Atshen pulled forward with a slight lead. Even with how he was feeling, Atshen only felt fair that he would disclose some information about his frequent patrols to his star-kissed sibling. "These patrols aren't what you expect," began Atshen, mischief gathering in his fiery eyes as he turned to look at Nyx briefly. "They are to find something to maim." Atshen had a lengthy track record of scouting out whatever was unfortunate enough to cross his path and bringing terror upon it. In most instances it was rodent, but in some rare occasions Atshen happened across a raven or even wolves who strayed too close to their borders. These run-ins were what the ash-bellied Silencer fantasised about and he hoped that he and his sister would run into something interesting. 

"Keep your eyes out for something we can play around with," instructed Atshen after a beat, licking his chops out of both excitement and anticipation.