Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

Ever since their... unusual fight, Astrid had never even dared of looking at her brother the same way as when they were kids. That child-like wonder and mutual respect had left them, she had noticed, but it was as if they were finally getting along again. She knew not to pin herself to it just yet, finding her brother rather unpredictable when it came to these kinds of things. For now, she was fine with what they had now; it was something mother could never take from them.

A slight chuckle left her maw - a frown on her face not long after. How many had he killed already? She shook her head, eyes staring up at him now that he was closer. I can not seem to catch one myself. She admitted, not the least bit embarrassed about her lack of skills as a young hunter. There was always time to learn, she found, and she was certain she'd get it someday. ...Thank you.