Moonspear from the dusty mesa, a looming shadow grows

✴        The shadow shifted backwards, and Revui was once again left out in the cold. It didn't bother him too much at first. The rain left dark marks across his top line, mottling his coat until he became a saturated version of himself. The streaks of intermittent silver melded with the rest of his plush coat until he was one consistent shade of slate. Then, he began to shiver. His body demanded to be warm but the boy was too distracted by his sister to notice or care about his well-being; no doubt a hint towards the familial connection he would one day hold so dear. He yipped and crawled after her, scurrying to get under Hydra, but if she continued to evade him then he would be putting himself further and further away from the safety of the den.