Blackfeather Woods the rains of castamere

Slithering out of range, Atshen carefully picked himself through the mist in an attempt to avoid any contact with his pale sibling. The laughing would often grow louder as he scampered away, but with enough speed he was able to quiet it after a moment or so. When he felt that he was far enough away, Asthen began scouting for a suitable perch to watch the impending show from.

Soon enough, Asthen found comfort under a mighty oak not too far from where Keelut had tripped. Settling down as the sound of the other’s yelp. Smiling wickedly, Atshen lingered, hoping that that hadn’t been the grand act of the show.