Moonspear this soul's a stowaway

A derisive snort was given in reply, a psuedo-offended look cast his way. As if I could forget the antics of my childhood tormentor, Keres responded though she could not keep the smile from spreading across her maw, tail waving behind her gently. Studying him, the female noted certain things about his features, comparing and contrasting them with the face from her memory. He looked older, wiser -- maybe --, but most of all, he looked like the Dirge she knew and loved. The one she had missed dearly.

Nor I, you. I wasn't really expecting to find any of our family, especially not so many of us in one spot. And to find you married and settled down! And what better a woman to seduce her brother than the one that had met her at the borders and given her a home. True, the mountain was no forest, but she was an adaptable creature and her journies had given her much practice with such landscapes. Dirge, the family man, the Ostrega teased, stepping forward to make a quick pass of her tongue over his face before grinning toothily at him. It was payback for her tail!