Moonspear From now on

✴There was a call in the lower reaches of the claim, and it wasn't for him, but Revui made short work of the paths in order to intercept the bearer. He was furious; his strides carried him hastily across the cliffs and down among the ridges, incited by the many adventures his family kept having without him. One day he'd be down from the mountain too — a warrior maybe, a terror to those that chose to rise against the mountain-folk. He hated being cooped up on the mountain. Being tasked with training, studying, proving his abilities time and again; and with the latest attack against his father, Revui was more than eager to sink his teeth in to something.

A warning, then, to whoever climbed the mountain at this time. Revui was on the warpath. He heard that call and dismissed the message, only noting that he did not know the voice at all. He charged until the stranger came in to view and, fully bristling, he rounded upon Sebastian's position and lunged, snapping at the air — tail curled over his back — eyes filled with rage that wasn't truthfully meant for the man. It took a moment before he noticed his sister with him, and that only calmed his ire by a fraction. He paced, teeth grit in a grimace, and watched the newcomer, intent on blocking their passage.