Bearclaw Valley the black cat

if Aventus sees it as a trick, well. . .he cannot be helped. what tricks are to others feel all too natural to her; why wouldn't she take advantage of the moment? adrenaline courses through her as she pins down her brother, relishing in the gritty dirt between her toes and the vibration of his growl in her jaws.

once the proper amount of time has passed—once satisfied with her victory—Avicus releases the other pup and steps back, steadily-growing tail thrashing madly behind her. her own lips curl in a grin: truce?

she is not foolish, though. she knows Aventus may seek retribution, and she prepares herself for that. she welcomes it, really.