Altar of Twilight Forty thousand feet

her giggle turns into a full-fledged witchy cackle, steps light beside the girl. there are a lot of sons of bitches to look out for! how funny would it be if they meant the same folks -- ah, but, how would she ever come to know that particular truth?
and speaking of truths: brothers, right? so wraen's the weetzie of her sibling dynamic -- oh hell she should find poor weetz huh. "i got a brother too," is what she says out loud, "though he's more inclined t'do the followin', since i'm the one that left our folks in the first place." she loves that monochrome monotone idiot, she truly does, but she's not so kindly as to keep him first in her list of thoughts or priorities -- sorry, dear brother, your sister's an impulsive fool. "he's around.. somewhere, i'll track 'im down eventually," she chirps as an afterthought, "thought he ain't sociable like me." would he join whatever pack thing she's flung herself into now? depends on how nice they are, she guesses, and resolves to look for him after determining the personalities of her new ... packmates.