Blackfeather Woods Why so serious?

The pair, who were distanced in the tangle, move by the light of the glowworms. All too accustomed to his lighting, Atshen followed after his brother, keeping his molten-like eyes on his brother. There was a faint smell of herbs in the air, but Atshen ignored it in favor of whatever Keelut was doing. He would not announce his presence and, rather, waited for his pale sibling to notice him-- that is, if he ever would.