Two Rivers Isle Listen here, child

Truth be told, Vass had forgotten about the fights with each of his parents. Though his pride then had been wounded, the boy had since been inflated, and that left his memories in the dust of his mind, unneeded and unwanted. Each night he still slept in the midist of his family, snuggling with the dark fur of whoever was closest, and each day he spent at least a little time with everyone. 

When Aunt Aero called to him that evening, coldness in her tone, Vassago was confused - he'd been a good child since then, as far as he could remember -  but nonetheless crept closer to her direction. 

He came into view of her eventually, ears pinned and yellow eyes wary. Should she lash out at him like Malice had, he'd have no choice to again run and hide - and her anger didn't scare him nearly as bad as Malice's. 
 
                             "Yes, Aunt Aero?"