Moonspear give me something

Revui was nearly awake as it was. He roused with a churlish huff as breath caught in his gullet, sounding more like his piggish teenaged self than the man he had grown in to. Then came a yawn, a reach of broad paws connected to unfortunately willowed limbs, a stretch. As he drew back to himself he noted the long cast of shadow; the unmistakable aura of his sister.

She would have questions. He had some of his own, of course. Wondering why he was here in Kukutux' care primarily; he was surprised to be so near to Moonspear and less so that he was hidden from it, in one of the corridors of forest adjacent to the claim. So close, yet so far. He wondered why the effort would be made to care for him in such a way - had Kukutux pleaded for it, or Hydra demanded it?

He could not look her way, but he felt her stare as if it were a magnifying glass set upon the anthill of his skin. It seared.