Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

The noise, the rush, the chaos. It was all too much to watch.

But when he thought to close his eyes and turn from the fray, he felt a press against his side. Strong Venere, his sister who never wavered, wavered now with that familiar sound of distress, and his heart felt a new thing for her.

Not fear which underscored so much of his love towards her.

Understanding. Commonality. The need to be strong.

He pressed back into her, seeking to comfort her, while he himself felt comfort from the nearness of her, and of Vidaar, who had skirted back from the hunt to guard them, like he always did - yet with that same pitched whine, that same commonality.

In this moment they didn’t feel so big anymore, but as small as Vaska always did. And while he thought that thought should have comforted him, it only made him feel lost.