Heron Lake Plateau Let the games begin

Things had been changing inside Cinder, too. Perhaps not as drastically as Tywyll's development, but still he had urges to leave his mark here and there. The boy had indeed noticed shifts in his sibling's attitude from time to time too, so he often found himself wandering alone in attempts to not piss him off quite as much, and to avoid getting pissed off himself. He wasn't sure how else to deal with a situation such as this.

The young Blackthorn was snoozing outside the den, splayed out in the sun when the devil himself came along. Immediately, Cinder's ears pricked upward and his head turned so that his chin rested on the ground, gaze focused sleepily onto Tywyll. "Ty?"  He questioned, curious as to what was up this time.