Bearclaw Valley We abandon one-another.

But there was a set of silver eyes lurking nearby, watching Glaucos.

Between being injured and the two invaders being shipped off to live with Averna instead of Astara, Aventus hadn't had much opportunity or desire to interact with them. Watching the back of Glaucos' hematite head still put something ugly in the pit of Aventus' stomach. There wasn't exactly much competition between the two, with Aventus approaching his sixth month earthside while Glaucos only approached his fourth, but nevertheless. There was no comradery in him for any pup but his sister.

They were still as prey to him even as they grew, destined one day to eclipse him in size, and he found himself shifting silently in the undergrowth, leveling his stance. He parted his jaws, holding them at the ready as he launched himself at Glaucos' back and sought to bite down on anything that wound up in his grasp.