Blackfeather Woods Bite me, banana man

Unlike their oldest brother, Abraxas did not seem to care about what kind of weird things she said. With one look he said enough - he was not phased by her admiration for her scars and the pain they brought. Instead, he moved closer, and Astrid let him. He was her brother, he would not kill her nor touch her inappropriately. Her brothers were the only ones allowed so close.

She felt his fangs on her skin, a touch that was so sudden and slightly familiar that it made her breath in between her teeth as her eyes closed. She did not growl like him, did not even whimper but instead placed her muzzle near his neck for a soft stroke of some sort. It was the closest to a hug they had been, and also the closest Abraxas ever was to earning Astrid's respect and slight admiration.