Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

Her ears dropped half-way and under her midnight fur her cheeks grew rose-coloured. She had not expected kindness from her older brother just because she hadn't wished to reveal their little secret, but suddenly she was very glad for lying. She'd rather have Atshen as an apprentice than an enemy of some sort. She didn't care if she lost her mother in the process - she had never been there, beside her, to strengthen their bond. In an attempt to show no weaknesses to her brother, she lifted her muzzle a bit. Do not get used to it. She said with a hint of playfulness.

She took a small step forward - slightly respectfully - to take a closer look. Where did you learn? She asked carefully.