Wapun Meadow How else would we find satisfactory meats to feed those sad, scrawny animals?

so caught up in what she thought to be an emotional reunion between brother and sister, phaedra had failed to see the edgy manner in which the argyr-eyed child lurched away from her, hackles tipped to scruffy points all along his crescented, matchstick spine. once she'd slowed and blinked the pearls of saltwater from her lashes, the girl got the full measure of just how disparate he was from her brother; his wraithlike silhouette was neither thrifty nor even close to mettlesome, defining features of thade she'd got by heart. she felt a little bit sick in her throat.

although, the other boy did not run from her yet. crickets and cicadas chirred as deathly quiet fell between them. that and the rustling grass. phaedra's eyes unbidden followed his frisk of her, ears milling round her crown like swaying towers, until both pairs of eyes converged. her poise locked up involuntarily, unsure of what to do; she had never come across another puppy other than her brother and astraeus, but something inside her yearned for such an interaction. 

even so, aventus' silvern glim consumed her as if she was already bile in his belly, instilling a sense of restlessness in her eyes. she quickly glanced away towards the moon, then down to her pale toes. quite, she was a babe in the woods. meadow. whatever. her throat bribed her with a gulp to call for caintigern, yet ... she longed to master this uneasiness just as she had learned every fear by heart up to now. 

so she dredged her eyes up from her toes to regard him with more intestinal fortitude, even as his tongue prowled across his gums as some form of eldritch address or anticipation of oblation (dang, she knew she'd left something at home). k then. she didn't flinch. instead, she traced her tongue across her lips too (because she was nervous, but if in doing so she had returned some ineffable greeting, then hey, full marks for phaedra), focusing on the point between his eyes to keep her nerve. 

"i'm phaedra." the skarp whisper-shouted, unmoved from her station. she'd cast her mind back to the deer she'd named sieger, and how much the same he and aventus seemed presently. that helped her feel more at ease. what if he was just scared?

on the tail of that remark, she wondered louder: "hey, you know how d-d- play?" giving just an inch of optimism as her legs begged her closer. but she remained as one with the grass around her, save for her (not pink-ass) nose extending to snuff the air between them.