Boartusk Heights Barn owl

what a merry band we all are

The freckled girl nearly paled in the presence of the much larger newblood, hell, how had she not seen this bear get dragged back? Must've been one of the nights she'd spent sharpening her nails in her room and muttering her own grievances to empty cave air. Mother had good eyes for strong company. Maybe she'd order him to beat someone up.

Just as she was ready to give the order to depart, there was suddenly this agitating, grating voice on the wind. Brother. She'd wheel around to see his inky figure slip from the shadows, and her face would fight a grimace in kind, until he said that mother was looking for her.

Really? Her? A flutter of excitement stirred in her chest for a moment; but she quickly buried it, she knew her siblings to be liars. What does she want? She'd ask, keeping on her polite front, much as it nauseated her to do so when talking to Vincent.