Blackfeather Woods Where good girls go to die

Atshen had come with the intentions of feeling this stranger out for himself-- to test her boundaries and to see what made her tick. It would seem that he would get the opportunity to do this and more. Despite his brother’s presence, he found himself not minding that he had been beaten to Wolfskull.

Perhaps, for once, the brothers wouldn’t mind each other's presence given the task at hand.

A silent message reached towards Atshen and, returning the look, the eldest Spiderling received the message loud and clear. Allowing Abraxas to take the lead this once, Atshen loomed after his smaller sibling as the hairs along his hackles rose. Abraxas has learned firsthand that Atshen did not like being disrespected. He growled then, him rumble the voicing his agreement.

Not knowing much about the man, Atshen lingered behind his brother as a presence. If his assistance was needed, he would provide it. In a rare moment of submission, the raven-haired child allowed his brother to take the lead, knowing good things would come of this. He was certain of this.