Noctisardor Bypass sunday morning coming down

A growl began to rise in her chest but from the look of her ghostly sister she tampered the sound to stay unvoiced and let it die away. The fur along her back did not fall though, it rose with discomfort as the man that was her father spoke down to her. She would sleep in a den if she so chose, as he said, they were to move from their mother's den to be on their own but she would still sleep in comfort if she so chose! 

the look from her sister again kept her quiet as she moved beside her aand followed like a good little girl,  but she shot a glare at her sister to show her she was not happy about it.