Bramblepoint A knife in the dark.

There was a moment of silence. A bated breath, held in excited anticipation that, despite his seperation from his sister, Sithis had somehow brought him before another of his children. Ever alert and true to character, his fellow Dark Brother did not flinch from the voice in the shadows. He turned his proud head, calm and collected, and seemed to embrace the mysterious question by fxing Teinaava with a firm stare. The raven lifted a sable lobe then, thirsty for a respnse, raising his sterling gaze to meet with opalescent eyes of untouched alabaster, and exhaled.

There was approval in his rumbling growl as he lifted an obsidian forepaw and carefully strode forth from his place among the foliage. Hackles gleaming platinum beneath the dim moonlight, Teinaava presented himself fully to the pale-eyed beast and canted his muzzle to better eye his newest companion. "Oh, what chaos you must have experienced," was his observation of the other's weakened gait, when he was certain they'd both had an opportunity to better look upon one another.