Moonspear It seems like a lifetime ago

the male evaded her, spying her quickly and moving away, into the bushes and quickly vanishing from sight. the girl's sights set on her brother, instead, and she approached him with a haughty air, stride confident and inquisitive. gaze, hawklike, watched him, moving to the squashed bugs at his paws. gaze lifted in curiosity, watching him, deciding squishing bugs was rather messy and hardly satisfying...she had squished her own bugs for amusement but grew out of it when she crushed a particularly smelly one, once.