Haunted Wood Jon snow doesn't want it

They were going on a trip, the boy gathered quickly, and his little heart soared with excited anticipation as the providers confirmed his suspicion by encouraging the cubs to prepare for a lengthy one. He crowned happily to himself, his scruffy black tail wiggling gleefully despite Zannah's whining complaint that she did not have permission to bring her hoard of junk along with them. Why did she want to bring all those stupid twigs and feathers, anyway? They were literally all over the place, what made those ones so special? As a child who tired of new objects swiftly, he simply failed to understand the obsession.

However, Venamis was less than impressed at having been placed beneath Midar's careful watch. While he didn't protest out loud, the spiderling did sulk. Wasn't this journey supposed to be an enjoyable one? The Lieutenant had about as much personality as Zan's dumb stone collection. He pretty much sucked the fun out of the entire experience, and Ven was probably far less tolerable as a result.

He'd wanted to be up front with his father, truthfully, but didn't know how to communicate this and his legs tired too quickly to keep pace with the dark Sovereign. As such, he was left with the Fun Sucker and regular attempts to amuse himself by stepping deliberately onto his path in attempt to trip him or nipping at his ankles. By the time they arrived at the wood chosen to be their new home, Midar would have without a doubt had enough of the leaders' rogue son.

Venamis' enthusiasm had waned. He was appropriately tired by such long travel and settled in alongside Lumi with a mighty yawn, pressing himself firmly against her as he sought to absorb her warmth.