Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

Vidaar took off, and Vaska’s ears fell. Why did he always have to be so difficult? He loved his brother, but he did not follow; he sought out his sister instead.

Venere rolled her eyes: he caught this motion, and sensed that shift again, the subtle passing of power. Vidaar acted like alpha above them, but more and more, Vaska found himself following Venere. He did not change his mind today.

Sorry Vidaar.

He glanced after his retreating brother with a sad frown, and crawled alongside Venere, watching the hunt from beside her, pressed low in submission, despite eager eyes to watch the hunt unfold - looking especially for the woman who looked like him. He had liked her smile, and wished she had stayed to watch them instead. Or Kevalin - and he shifted his attention to search for his friend.