Silvertip Mountain Are you covered in leaves and gently shaking in the gentle breeze?

blood. the scent drew the spiderling to the scene of the carnage her brother had wrought among the cluster of stony spires in ursus's new mountainous home. they observed in keen-eyed silence, their only movement a slow catlike flick of tail's tip.

a new quietude had settled over asperas since her time in the crystal cave with @Merrick. more and more, she began to forget the nature of herself; more and more, she simply was.

asperas drew closer, thin muzzle tilted and stretching to meet the tendrils of blood nearest the base of the craggy stonespear. tongue darted out, tasting the blood of the beast impaled upon it. then her gaze turned to aventus, alight with vague nameless anticipation.