Bearclaw Valley a predicament

the acrid smell of urine reaches her nostrils, more pungent even than petrichor, and her face twists into a scowl as she sees the little boy ahead. she is caught between avoiding him and attacking him, and is beginning to seriously consider the latter when she notices a flash of silver orbs, a dark shadow.

Aventus.

she doesn't dare do anything but blink once at her brother, understanding, and then her gaze snaps back to Glaucos. she pads forward, slowly, each step deliberate and commanding. if she can catch his attention from the front, Aventus can attack from behind. if he startles, they can catch him.

he deserves it, pathetic little pretender. her mother's milk will never make him worthy.