[open] keep the wolves away, any

[Tirza]

If there’s something that stirs within Tirza at the sight of her mother, she cannot name it. Not quite love - perhaps a shadow of fondness? Her parents felt like a separate entity from her and Gravy. As though they did not share blood at all. And yet she’s stayed within the Cove, the place she was born. Stayed near them. But that’s more or less just because she’s indifferent to where she lives. One land is just as good as another when it comes to hunting.

When she steals the life of others to rejuvenate herself and her twin.

But even though there’s no love, there’s no hatred either and so Tirza drifts closer.

She notes but does not ask about the missing foal, the one who had made the venomous mare heavy and fat over the winter (much to Tirza’s enjoyment - that is not a state she ever desires to be in). Her sharp grey eyes take in the elder mare slowly, as though to let Gospel know that she notices the lack of a foal.

“Hello, Gospel.” Comes her cool voice instead, a small quirk of a smile tugging just a little at the corner of her mouth, exposing the fangs there as she comes to stand several paces away.

This is close enough.

T I R Z A

@[gospel] <3