Swiftcurrent Creek Like waves of sweet fire

His breathing calms a little when his brother's attention turns to him, though he's still glaring when Helios approaches. He's reluctant to allow the greeting, but it's something familiar, and his oldest sibling has always secretly been his favorite. The touch calms him a little more, enough to form a proper response: Not supposed to be out here, The words are solemn, tinged with anxiety, and his eyes are wide as he watches for Helios's reaction. Shadow monsters. He adds quietly after a few beats, glancing around briefly as if speaking of the creatures will summon them. Surely Helios will understand the danger now, and come back to the den with him.