Firestone Hot Springs With this knowledge he will fall

A frown; an expression that he wasn't at all unfamiliar with, nor something that he was shocked to have witnessed appearing across his sister's muzzle. Never had they gotten along, he knew, but to see her being what he perceived as displeased by his being there was troubling, still. He could not recall the moment in which they'd truly grown so far apart, having always assumed that it was when their mother had separated them. Truthfully, that wasn't the exact moment, but many of his memories from any farther back had chosen to lock themselves away within his subconscious, only ever to be dragged up at random. Seeing her there, though, was not one of said random moments.

Questioned, he'd shrugged it off. "Just that this place isn't flooded with light. It's too gloomy for you with all this steam, don't you think?" They were so terribly different, and those differences were something that he unconsciously exaggerated. It wasn't something that he couldn't move past, however, and so he'd listened to her reasoning for being there without interrupting. "Why a Scout?" was the only question that he'd managed to form after hearing her explanation. Curious was he, his inquiry lacking the usual harshness that was expected from him.