Two Rivers Isle HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOUUU

Sure, Malice had told him about Burke's party, but that didn't mean he wanted to get up early! Not only did it have to be early, he had to be quiet too - what the heck. Vass stumbled to his paws, very nearly stepping on his dad in the process, and grumbled after Malice as he left the den with Pyro. The cold of Autumn cut through his pelt and chilled him to the bone, and as they walked the chestnut boy drifted closer to his little brother. Eventually, should Pyro let him, he'd press side to side as they padded on through the night. 

Mother led them to that damned hill, and a displeased rumble sounded in his throat as they began the climb. Why did they have to meet here, at the TOP? Why couldn't they hover at the bottom? Another, more violent shiver ran through Vassago's body, this one not just from cold but from fear - he pressed more firmly into his darker littermate, ears sliding back as he stared up at their destination.