Blackfeather Woods Oh good God, let me give you my life

Thanks for starting, sis! <3

 
The snow had brought Atshen from the comfort of Mephala’s Web and into the open. Though he really had nothing to do at the moment, and nothing that was quite catching his interest, the eldest child soon found himself wandering aimlessly. He walked in no general direction, finding nothing that quite grasped his attention, and instead found himself alone without any thoughts. He walked around for quite some time before something finally did catch his attention.

A streak of ebony caught him off guard and he paused at the sight of others running. Sniffing lightly, Atshen soon discovered his sister's scent and assumed that the manic was her. Despite his disinterest in his sister, he was quite interested to see what exactly she was doing. Perhaps she had been struck by a porcupine or bitten by a snake-- such actions that would undoubtedly please the molten-eyed child.

With a newfound sense of curiosity, Atshen kept to the sidelines and followed her, weaving silently between the trees as he kept his eyes on her fleeing form.