Fox's Glade there will be ghosts in the dark and voices in the air

While his initial greeting has vexed her, part of her understood his frostiness. While they were linked by blood and likely loved one another by this fact alone, their relationship had always been a rocky one. Ecael could not recall a time that they'd ever agreed; if she said black, Tadec would say white. Their opinions were entirely different, even throughout childhood. While they didn't agree with one another, there was a quiet respect that hung over them, and she was content to maintain this.

He mocked their father, a humorous prodding at her on Tadec's part against the sibling who'd favoured their male parent from the start. She briefly thrust her raven ears back then, noting the tease and feeling that he was fishing for a reaction that she was unwilling to spit back at him. Instead, she remained silent until the topic changed, when she rolled a silver shoulder in a lazy shrug. "Many scents," Ecael acknowledged with a nod, "Tadec happy?"