Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

Atshen's affections were met with confusion from the receiver of such presents. Unlike their previous run-ins, Atshen knew that there were no games to be played in this interaction. Instead, he was aware that there was only peace to be made. "You protected me," Atshen reminded her, his tail swaying behind him as he clued her into his motives. If it had not been for Astrid's hatred for their mother, Atshen would have felt the wrath Nemesis' ways. Though Atshen was strong, he was surely not prepared whatever that entailed. 

To her next remark, Atshen smirked mometarily as he cast his eyes to the ground. "I killed it," he said, pride shining in his deep baritone as he returned his eyes to hers.