Blackfeather Woods i'm in a pressure today

The dark one stayed back, still enraptured in the game, while the ghost did not mind the risk of being fooled all too much. The pale child looked up to the tall dark one as he asked them another question, considering his last had gone unanswered by them both. 'Family'. The pale child had heard it once or twice, but it not ring that much of a bell to her. Perhaps an example of what she and the dark one were might have given her more insight, but she had only ever heard that referred to as 'sister' and she had heard the word 'family' in a broader context such as pack, or what the caretaker was to them.

Her face remained blank and her tilted head still inquired question. "Brovver?" she asked clumsily, not used to speaking all too much -- at least not coherently; usually she would just screech and scream randomly -- and not sure what a 'brother' was... or a 'father', for that matter.