Blackfeather Woods ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

He couldn't help but let out a short laugh at her aggressiveness. She did not recognise him, that much was clear. Perhaps it was his fault, having left so long ago with no explanation. He had probably been erased from her memory, purposefully or not. "Cass." He teased, cooing at her. His usual serious expression was more of a brotherly smirk, but of course he doubted she would see it as such.

The boy sat, watching the girl drag the meal into the darkness of the den with not a single other word. He found it amusing, to be honest, that they might find each other again in such a way. She was prisoner of the very wolves he had left Moonspear for. He flicked his ashen tail, comtemplating whether or not to follow her in. The Spiderling was still most curious, and although the words she had spoken to him satisfied his curiousity somewhat, he still wondered when she might realise it was him.

So he followed, not caring to hide his footsteps. He did not go too close as she ate, sitting at a polite distance and watching with mere interest. At last, he opened his jaws to speak again. "You have two brothers. Mother named Olive and father named Dakarai, yes?" Quiz her, he thought, maybe it'll make her realise. It was most fun to see how long it would take to jog her memory. Soon enough, surely, she would connect the dots.