Heron Lake Plateau a cold shower

The arrival of his sibling wasn't something he noticed. Tywyll was distracted by the tiny moving shapes the birds made; if there were enough, they formed a murmuration and it was fun to try to count them. They turned and swept one way, then turned deftly another, and he'd lose count every time. It wasn't until Cinder was right behind him and calling out that he noticed his sibling — and jolted back from the ledge, startled. At least he didn't fall forwards and go over the plateau's edge! That would've sucked.

However, in drawing back from the ledge he inadvertently caught his limbs on the shale poking through the earth. He wouldn't notice the welts until later, but a few of the scrapes would eventually turn red with thin lines of blood. For now he was sitting upright and craning his neck to see Cin -- and then turning and lunging for him, annoyed that his peace was disturbed. While it started out as a bolt of frustrated energy, just as his dark body collided with Cinder's silver one he cooled off. His paws chest-punched his brother as he tried to roll him over, starting a playfight (even though they were both practically adult-sized).