King Elk Forest You look at me like I'm a revelation

Venere seemed bent on exploring. He gathered this, despite her wordless command. And, like an obliging brother, he scurried from the den to follow.

C’mon, Vidaar, he said with a ginger brush along his brother’s side, it’ll be fun.

And he scampered after - hoping his brother would follow.

Venere’s scent disappeared somewhere in the tall grasses she led them to. Only here, Vaska paused. Was this a trap? And then, he laughed at the notion. No, as rough as they were, he knew now his siblings protected him. They were on his side.

But Vaska did not slip into the grasses to seek his sister’s winding trail. Instead, he stopped before the grasses grew too tall and looked over his shoulder to see if Vidaar had followed.