Lone Star Mountain see in the dark

vex settles in beside his sister, drawing his tongue across his front left paw in preparation for some shut-eye, though he’s not sure how much sleep he’ll actually get. being so far from home, unsupervised ( as far as he knows anyway ), and in foreign lands sparks to life some primal instinct to remain attentive at all times.

vex’s head swings towards haunt as she suggests, then, that they should split up. were they older …like the adults kaertok saw them as …he would’ve agreed. maybe there’s some sense in vex’s head after all as he visibly hesitates; mulling over his response.

i don’t think splitting up’s a good idea. he vetos the idea, despite that he’d originally planned on going at it alone. you wanted to tag along so we go together. vex says firmly, trying to mimic the firm, ‘no negotiation’ tone he’s heard their parents use numerous times.

vex’s lips part to speak only to jump to his paws, hackles bristling at the approach of the strangers, their footfalls lost during his attempt to ‘big-brother’ haunt. the two males are large — of course significantly larger than the two kids — but vex stares them down with eyes the color of gunmetal, hoping, futilely, that it’d have the desired effect.

no. the anneriwok lies all too easily; drawing from little more than haughty bravado.