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

not her first taste of blood, perhaps, but her first taste of approval from her older brother. asperas instantly took to the flavor of it, and warmed to the wickedness of his tone and his manner. his spiel appealed to the violence embedded into the marrow of her bones, and though she did not quite understand what made a this one or why the wolflike creature was an enemy of ursus, the unchild was not inclined to question. any cause for blood and death was a cause she would champion, young and impulsive as she was in her demonic disposition. she nodded eagerly to aventus's question, eyes trailing up the spire once again to admire his work. die, she commented softly, then turned her gaze back to aventus, suddenly alight with questioning. was he like her, then? surely the father they shared would have mentioned it if so, back in the crystal cave, but still... you hear bear?