Blackfeather Woods Am I still your daughter?

He felt his anger shift at the lack of the other’s response and to this, he pinned his ears forward and deepened his frown. Perhaps she hadn’t gotten his message and perhaps she was just as dimwitted as his other siblings. Though he did not have such time to express his frustrations, despite the fact that such emotions swelled within the pit of his, and just in time his father joined before Atshen’s anger was pushed any further. He looked to his pale-haired parent with the same expression that he had given Valette-- though the expression was fueled with different expectations.

The two began to exchange words and his gaze followed whoever spoke. Soon enough, he was instructed to to say hello to his sibling. His stare blanked and he looked to the moss-eyed female before returning his gaze back to his father, mildly confused on the matter.

“That’s not my sibling,” he informed his father, his voice emotionless in this passive declaration.