Blackfeather Woods I'm colder than the weather in winter

Though Atshen was usually not easily affected by words, what Astrid said caused a foreign pain to sting within his chest. Focusing on it for a brief moment, Atshen looked from his sibling and to his chest, all the while continuing his assault. What was this feeling that he felt? Remorse? Pain? He could not pinpoint it, nor did he have the capacity to comprehend what he was feeling. Instead of contemplating his confusion, he used his confusion as fuel to drive the last of his attacks on her.

His heart was worn on his sleeve at that moment-- his eyes shining dully in light of what had been exchanged. "If you defy me then you also defy mother and the rest of the Brotherhood," he warned in a low growl, his tail lashing as he looked to her.