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The situation with Astrid had troubled Atshen deeply. In the time since his spar with his younger sibling he had found himself on the outskirts of the territory in an attempt to avoid his sister at all costs. What she had said to him troubled him deeply and made him feel considerably uncomfortable to the point that the ebony-haired child felt the need to sleep on the opposite side of the den from her.

Days passed and the child still felt on edge. In the midst of some hellish nightmare that involved Astrid, he was woken by his father with a promise of adventure. Though he would not normally leave his mother, Atshen knew that this escape was something that he needed and he went without a fight.

Despite his willingness to go, this did not mean that he wasn’t a royal pain in the ass. His heels dragged with every step that they took away from the forest and he did not offer much. Instead, he found himself trailing behind his father wherever they went. He was lead through territories that he could have never envisioned, but despite this, he never gave these new lands much attention and instead looked dully before him. This repetition of meandering was something that he settled into easily, but it was something easily broken when Kove spoke.

Looking up to his father, Atshen shook his head in response. As per usual, no true emotion was apparent upon his features.