Whitefish River Bored by the chore of saving face

Unphased by his sister's sudden appearance and loud greeting, Acheron stopped his chewing and watched her jump towards him. Possessiveness wasn't an emotion he really suffered from, especially not when it came to his family, so when she knocked the stick from his grasp and immediately went for it, he didn't try to stop her or steal the toy back. Instead, he just watched her for a few moments, a flicker of curiosity in his expression. A yawn parted his freckled muzzle, and he sat up to scratch his ear, dark blue gaze drawn to the light in the distance once more. He really wanted to know what was out there, but he didn't want to lead Spica into trouble, so he would have to try and sneak out again on his own maybe.