Heron Lake Plateau they escaped the weight of the darkness

sionnach had yet to learn to pick on people her own size, nor had she learned the virtue of being quiet. as she strutted over to wisteria, sionnach was the epitome of childish swagger. her confidence cup brimmeth over, her charisma pulled to the hilt; surely wisteria would have no recourse but to oblige to her little sister's more than fair demand, right?

WRONG.

sionnach's tail was wagging and a cocksure smile spread across her cherubic features when suddenly, everything turned to shit. wisteria's aggressive display hit sionnach like the destructive force of a nuclear bomb, deafening to her tiny and inexperienced ears. the heat of the jackal's spitting rage nearly burnt the fur clear off of sionnach's angelic head! it slicked her ears back forcefully, and caused a ripple of fur to blast backwards from the obliterating shock-wave. sionnach's entire form nearly disintegrated by the flash of violence. never had the little frostfur seen teeth so woefully up-close; they were frighteningly sharp! never had she been so close to complete and total annihilation, hanging the line by the tiniest of threads. she was luckier than she realized, but sionnach was not thinking of luck right now. she was thinking about that hell-raised, demonic sibling -- and how her features had transformed from sibling to otherworldly, lovecraftian horror in a matter of seconds. wisteria could have sported a cape of medusa's writhing vipers, and still she would not be more terrifying. sionnach felt utterly piss-yourself-scared in that moment.

her knees knocked together and a warm stream flushed her little body. she was cowering and wholly lambasted by wisteria's outburst, and it took several seconds for her to come to her destroyed senses... but eventually she did, albeit clumsily.  "DAAAAAAHHDEEEE!!" sionnach screamed as she turned, fleeing the explosive minefield of her sister's clearly unjust wrath in a blind stumble of panic. everyone else but her father and the toothsome, diabolical wisteria were forgotten in that moment as sionnach fled and sought the comfort (and protection) of her father.