Hushed Willows Kissing up on fences and up on walls on the way home

As blood dripped onto his tongue, he’d pulled away from her. Several times had he licked over his own muzzle, then watched as his sister ran off. For a moment, he’d only stared after her, confusion painting his features. His intentions had, at first, not been malicious. The more she had resisted him, though, the greater his want to drag her out of the den had become. It was supposed to be a positive thing, but had quickly turned negative, which he’d realized only after she’d hidden herself away against their mother. It dawned on him that he’d been in the wrong, that he’d hurt his own sister. Eros’ ears fell back against his head and he frowned, following after her. His movements were hesitant, but determined, knowing that he needed to fix things between himself and his sibling.

Amara’s body hid Prialux from the child’s line of sight, but he’d not stopped. It was only when he’d reached the larger form of his parent that he’d slowed to an eventual stop, a whine rising from the back of his throat. He wanted his sister back, to see her and apologize, as well as fix whatever he had done wrong.