Moonspear the minor fall, the major lift

And that was exactly why he knew enough to be careful, as his dark sister surfaced fury-first. He was remarkably stone-faced, considering the presentation--and there weren't many who could stare down jaws of the cerberus and not really bat an eye, but he folded back his ears and had kept enough distance to say he knew, ready to twist, evade, or flee deep in his every fiber; however when she didn't follow through towards him any further than that, not today, only then did he chance an actual breath in earnest. Some relief could come afterward.

He stepped a little nearer to nudge the dead rabbit her way. It's good to see you, he returned, tail flicking and a tiny edge of a smirk before her reached to attempt a lick on her chin. Pulling back, his expression creased. I missed you, the Ostrega replied, quietly, still hung in this strange subdued headspace for himself--one that was hurting still. But he steadied it up soon after, eyes bright upon his sister. Are they doing good? he absolutely had to ask as he glanced back towards the den's entrance to say who he meant of course, but would press no further than that about them. That time would come.