Ankyra Sound even the earth no longer remembers

scarab watches, helpless, as reyes comes into the den like a tornado, a flash of red fur. broken feather forgotten about as he watches the destruction of the items unfortunate enough to be in reyes' path, colorful seaglass scattering and skittering across the earthen floor with the hollow bird skulls that crunch beneath reyes' weight. as quick as it begun the chaos is over and the proverbial dust settles. the lone broken feather is forgotten about as scarab takes a ghosting step towards reyes — who looks proud of himself and thoroughly uncaring that he's just destroyed some of scarab's menagerie. he tries to assess all the damage but all scarab can see is reyes.

scarab blinks at his brother trying to process the miasma of emotions rising within him like a tsunami wave: the mortification at the wreckage of some of his precious belongings followed by the hot anger at reyes for being the wrecking ball. scarab feels both hot and cold all over as the two emotions war within him each vying for control. you — he takes a short breath, trying to form a coherent sentance. you broke 'em! and promptly rushes past reyes to inspect the damage in full. the seaglass was ok and most of the feathers seemed to be intact and could be rearranged back but there were a few delicate skulls that now reside in pieces that scarab knows he'll have to replace. it would take some time: it wasn't as if skulls were just laying around in abundance.

scarab noses the pieces with a fussing huff and begins to shuffle the salvageable things into the nearest pile, content to ignore his destructive brother for the moment.