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the dark cub remained silent, her gaze resting on averna with a peculiar intensity. her ears flicked as damien's breath hung over her skull; he supplanted them both a kiss, which was only allowed out of astara's good graces for the older doppleganger. he was fun, so she would tolerate the gesture of affection -- even if she squirmed and raised holy hell when her mother attempted such tender ministrations.

averna was moving; she swung her skull towards astara and bashed her - the collision was insult enough, and astara responded with a thick growl before she shook off the blow and galloped off. wherever the pair went, she would be their slinking shadow -- taking care to avoid any more nips or skull-bashes in the process.