Noctisardor Bypass sunday morning coming down

Beetle's voice piped up close to hear ear, repeating her new moniker. Haunt grunted assent, falling silent again when her sister followed suit and declared a new name for herself as well. A pale ear twitched. She didn't know the meaning of the name but if that's what Beetle Royal wanted to be called, then Haunt would return the favor without question.

She didn't bother saying anything else, letting her siblings speak. They both complained about the situation, which earned a sharp glance from Haunt. Didn't they understand by now that their father didn't tolerate anything but strict obedience? It was a lesson she'd learned well by now. Their refutes surprised her on another level; she was personally glad to be entirely rid of the confines of a den.

Her tail switched, waiting for their Kaertok's inevitable ire. His reply came, brusque as ever. Haunt fell into step behind him, marching like an obedient soldier, but not without giving her brother and sister a pointed glance. Royal might think of herself as above authority and Haunt had no desire to take away her pride or her rank. But both she and Slug would both be foolish if they thought they could go up against the will of Kaertok Tartok.