Hushed Willows Balenciaga shades so they never see him cry

Bit of powerplay, just lmk if it should be changed! This is all welcome but please allow Carnelian to post first
@Astraeus @Dusty Rose @Abel

Tybault had spent more time with @Carnelian of late, often taking the boy to the borders. He imagined sometimes that this might have been his experience as an elder brother in The Gilded Sea, had he stayed. Perhaps one day he would teach Reverie's children in the same way. He didn't dare wonder about children of his own.

They were returning from their latest patrol, prepared to check in on Reverie and @Everett before they parted ways for the afternoon, when it became apparent that something was wrong. Tybault caught the scent first, drifting in on the wind. He paused and lifted his nose. It was coming from the wrong direction.

It was coming from the mountains.

Shit, He glanced to Carnelian. Shit. Let's go. And he ran.

Tybault saw the gilded silhouette of his sister first, standing tall at the peak of the hill which her den sat atop. He could see the fear in her posture, the bristling fur. Everett was nowhere to be seen, perhaps away hunting, perhaps tucked in the den with the children as their last line of defense. There was no time to wonder —

because the next thing he saw was the bear lumbering up the hill toward the whelping den.

Tybault was on its heels in an instant, snapping for the huge hind paws in an effort to redirect its course. The bear turned with an ear-shattering roar. Tybault only had enough time to wonder if he was about to die.