Blackfeather Woods Bite me, banana man

For @Abraxas :p futuredated to whenever Astrid's wounds would've healed a bit.

Astrid felt great. Everything was absolutely perfect. All she could think of was her brother, how his teeth would put holes in her that bled the crimson she liked seeing both on herself and on others. She wanted him desperately - more than a sibling should want the other. She was young, and yet so adult like most of the spiderlings that grew up without a stable, loving family. Her mother? She had not spoken to her for a while. She had scented her father around, but had never found the will to care what he was doing anyway. They did not bother her, she did not bother them. Whether they had noticed her scarred shoulder - or the scars hidden underneath Atshen's fur was also a mystery to her.

But that did not matter. Nothing mattered except her and Atshen. She sat in the middle of Redgrove, her behind numb from the snow that was much thicker here. She did not care.