Bearclaw Valley some words with a mummy

Winded, Aventus struggled for a moment to command his lungs to breathe. When he did, he lifted his head to watch with baleful eyes the way his sister righted herself, shot him a resentful look. It was the perfect time to stick out his tongue, if he was a more playful rascal, but instead he lay still as she grabbed her dumb bird and left.

Those inscrutable eyes remained locked on the place she disappeared for a long time after she went. Had he bit so hard because he wanted the bird, or because he wanted to hurt her and prove himself superior? Not even Aventus knew, and he didn't bother to dwell on it. He licked his lips and curled up for a nap.