pack mentality; wolfbane

[Wolfbane]

My dreams have all come true

Sawtooth would never know or ever see the dark parts that still linger underneath her elder brother’s surface. When she came to him on a balmy day long ago, a bit shorter and a bit more wild, he’d done well to swallow the resentment of seeing her as a wolf. Both his sisters harbored that gift given solely by his father, something that Wolfbane felt should’ve been his as well - and only once had it ever truly bothered him. Had he been a weaker sort of man perhaps the jealousy would be worse, maybe the touch of her black paw raking across his nose would’ve been met with a flinch or snarl, but he’s not one to be consumed like his father and grandfather before him. Why should he? Dayé and Sawtooth loved him, they loved him, and jealousy could only serve to tear that fragile love apart at the roots.

“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary …” Bane toys casually, one wing crushed between his girth and the pampas grass around them, the other shivering to tickle Sawtooth’s inquisitive nose. The thing about being a pegasus was that he couldn’t roll to scratch that tender spot between his withers, he could only prop himself to the side and let his legs cramp underneath his bodyweight. Relieving that itch, ironically, involved Lepis. “Same shit different day. Leading some horses, upsetting other horses … making you a soon-to-be Aunt. The usual.” He yawns nonchalantly.

Sly and casual, a grin wraps around his mouth. It wasn’t like Sawtooth to be so pointedly curious, though her brother can make an educated guess as to what she’s scented on his skin. He and Lepis have been grooming each other (among other activities) for some time now, since Arthas no longer threatened their peace. No sense in keeping the news all to himself like a greedy guts. “What have you being doing to keep yourself busy?” The stallion chuckles, eyeing his wolfkin mischievously in a weak attempt to divert the conversation.

Like all good nightmares do

@[Sawtooth]