Blackfeather Woods Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store!

The violet-eyed stranger was quick to remark on his age, and the Silencer felt a small growl bubble in the back of his throat as if to warn the stranger for overstepping. Unlike Astrid, who came to his side despite their differences, Atshen did not offer anything of substance. Instead, he continued as was, vigilant in his standing as he stared down the stranger. 

It was in his starting that the scent of Miraak wafted over him, but, he did not draw him eyes away from the Executioner's lookalike. Instead, Atshen waited until the older man was upon the scene to judge the wolf on their doorstep. Drawing a step away from their affections, Atshen met his sister's inquiring glance with the raising of his brows, as if replying, I have no idea.