Blackfeather Woods the rains of castamere

Asthen was all too content in his world-- after all, what was there not to enjoy? He had entertainment and safety; two necessities in the child’s world. But, his newfound utopia crashed as his brother called to him out of the fog. His ears flattened quickly and his smile vanished at the sound of the other’s voice. Asthen was no longer jubilant in how his day had turned out.

As quietly as he could, Atshen sucked in a deep breath and held onto it tightly in an attempt to not make another noise. He sat in silence with a sense of anticipation hanging heavily in the air.