Heron Lake Plateau they escaped the weight of the darkness

aengus felt like a fucking king. his plump little form was held in his father’s jaws with the tenderest of grips. his face was twisted upward into a haughty smile that suggested he had gotten the best deal out of having to be carried across the entire god damn globe. while sionnach seemed to wiggle and fight against being held, the young bull was pleased that he did not have to wear himself ragged in an attempt to be put down. he had the cushiest of serfs toting him around like the royal luggage that he was.
 
when sionnach seemed to take a sudden – verbal – interest in this supposed older sister who had just randomly showed up, aengus followed her with a pointed stare. the timing was well enough, as rannoch had just placed him down on the ground and turned to speak to their mother. after having been released by the large man, aengus thought it would be beneficial to see what was going on in his sister’s head.
 
“you don’t wanna carry her, she’s smelly!” aengus jeered from where he sat at his father’s feet. his plump features were curled into a devilish smile. not only that, but who the hell would want to be carried around by the skinny stranger who had magically appeared out of nowhere? she looked kinda scary… she also kinda looked like she had pee in her fur. at least, in his experience, that shade of gold predominantly came from his wiener. he’d never seen someone with fur in that tone. it was all very fishy to him.
 
aengus had settled on the idea that this crazy wolf was actually a witch and she had just used some twisted magic to convince his parents that she was one of their kids. kudos to you, witch lady… but aengus was not buying it.