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hey! scab! scarab's steps pause as he plunges into the shadows like a golden wraith as reyes' voice carries towards him. clutched possessively in his jaws is a raven skull salt bleached. a breath pushes past his lips, whistling softly around and through the hollow skull as he considers not stopping. he is glad that reyes is feeling better and is up and around but he does not forget the last time reyes was in his menagerie and why he had to relocate it to a chamber of the grotto in the first place.

his collection was just of dead and pretty things he finds — things that can be replaced — but they are apart of himself that he isn't all that keen on sharing. with anyone. least of all his destructive brother. wait up! scarab takes a few more steps and then stops and turns towards the mouth of the dark woods with a heavy sigh, torn. he drops the skull at his paws and waits for reyes to appear. what do you want, reyes? scarab asks him as soon as his silhouette breaches the shadowed woodlands.