Northstar Vale Fram gjøno døri, gjøno kongro-sløri.

She spoke at him, moving her body in strange ways, bringing back some deep-rooted core memory from his toddlerhood that filled him with a sense of "unknown" and "scary" and "stranger danger." Nevermind that the stranger knew his—and his brother's—name. He wished right then and now that Sylianos was at his side. By himself, he felt incomplete, incapable of handling such a threat. Still, what more could he do?

The young boy raised his hackles, curled back his upper lip, and bared his teeth. Apparently he was of the "fight" variety, not "flight." His tail stood stock straight behind him at a slightly upward angle, and while to an adult he probably looked pretty dang goofy, the truth was that fear drove his actions.