Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

He smirked at her comment, his tail giving a wag in response. Though he was usually a stickler for giving respect to the Dark Master, he let this slide for staying in his sister's good graces. Looking at her, his eyes danced with emotion that they had lacked for so long. "Yeah," he agreed, knowing of the obvious rift between them. "Do your own thing." Atshen seldom gave advice, yet, this seemed to be the only thing that he could express in that moment.