Shadewood The future tense of fear is either comedy or tragedy

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She saw a smile begin to grow across her sister's ashy lips and she was reassured that she hadn't frightened her too terribly. Chacal hadn't intended to terrify Arcelia, but she was pleased to see that her silence could be a tool for her to use in stalking. She was only beginning to realize that she might have some talent when it came to hunting, as it required her to be very still and quiet- and she was already quite adept at reading microexpressions from her siblings which would be important for communications between packmates during a quiet hunt.

She rubbed her shoulder alongside Arcelia's side the way a cat might lean against a beloved master's ankle in a bid to beg for food. She glanced out over the horizon, beyond the stump that Arcelia had been sitting on, wondering what it was her sister had been thinking about, why she'd been so poised and perfect, sniffing the air to see if perhaps something had caught her attention- and she too could sctnt eh faint brine on the wind, though it was distant, more like a memory than an actual sensation. She looked to her sister with bright, empathetic eyes and gently nudged her shoulder.