Wapun Meadow I'm young, scrappy and hungry

From her maw came his name, and he paused mid-stride. A raven ear swivelled her way, followed by the stark alabaster of his every eyes that bore into her own mismatche gaze. They had grown and changed in so many ways since last they saw one another in the Summertime, but Venamis recognised his sister as soon as he looked upon her delicate features.

For a moment, softness. Perhaps even a fleeting glimmer of warmth to see a familiar face, but it passed swiftly. His expression darkened and his upper lip quivered with the threat if revealing fangs. He had left their little band of misfits as a youngster, too little to make such a decision on his own yet old enough to know that he would never amount to anything among his Melonii family. For a time he was content that his father did not come to punish him for such insubordination, but it was Midar's arrival to Blackfeather months later that spurred the realisation that Damien's failure to find him spoke volumes: nobody had cared.

"What are you doing here?" Venamis asked of her, voice gruff as he fought back the urge to bombard her with questions that would undoubtedly make him appear much smaller than he wished to be.