Wild Berry Meadow of vices and virtues

Despite the fact that Astrid and Atshen were slowly, but surely, rekindling their relationship, Atshen still kept to himself for a majority of his days. Sneaking silently in the shadows, Atshen lumbered in silence, much like a great white waiting for an opportune moment to hone into a kill. He was in the midst of such meandering when a call from Nyx reached him, and he paused suddenly, confused by the urgency that rung in her words. Not giving himself any time to question what was going on, Atshen turned his path towards the borders, towards his sister. 

It did not take the white-bellied man long to reach the boundaries, and once he came across the scene he paused at a comfortable distance, his fire-like eyes dancing between his sister and the stranger.  But, true to his nature, he did not speak. Instead, he looked on, his hackles rising, as he looked at the stranger with burning eyes.  If anything had happened to Nyx, Atshen would not hesitate to kill the other on the spot. But, given the situation, he waited for Astrid's words to clarify what exactly was going on.