It had been some time since Recluse had spoken to Banshee and after her father had summoned her to whine she really only wanted to see her sister. Banshe, she knew, would get it. They'd both been abandoned by their own father and forced to amke their own ways. Besides it had been a while and she was curious to know how things were over in the armada. So the spectral babe moved through the shrine towards the lands of the armada, she stopped just at the edge of the border that seperated the two related packs. Recluse easily tossed her head back to call for Banshee. Lilith shifted slightly, tongue flicking as the cobra tasted the air, she was lounging along the wolf's spine, her head resting along the crown of Recluse's skull. "Speech"

The call came to Banshee as a pleasant surprise. She had been carving away at another spear in the making. Fangs grinding against the tender wood of a fallen tree branch. Resting just outside of her new and improved den the babe stood, spear between her jaws, and tucked away the weapon for safe keeping. There was no reason to bring it with her. With more practice Banshee hoped to be able to make good and proper weapons. Maybe one day she'd gift one to her siblings or even make a supply for the Armada. But, for now she'd keep her practice pieces hidden in her den beneath furs. Long tan legs carried the tall and lean Wolf to the border. It wasn't long before the promising sight of her beautiful sister came to view. Pale alabaster fur tainted with gentle grey strikes. A grin fell upon Ban's lips as she approached. There was little hesitation when the fanged gal moved in attempt to embrace Recluse with a nuzzle to her scruff. "Sister." A pause as Banshee aimed to back up a tad. "Is everything okay?" "Speech"

Banshee would arrive soon enough, Recluse wasn't ever sure she'd get used to seeing her with such prominent fangs but as her sister flashed her a toothy grin Recluse felt herself relaxing, the annoyance and stress of her conversation with their father melted away. She leaned into her sister's embrace, a slight hum of satisfaction leaving her lips. She did not allow herself to be close to anyone but her sister and the girl may have been a bit touch starved. Banshee inquired after her, seemingly a bit worried. "It's fine." Recluse said, her sweet tones genuine as she reassured her sister. "I had a conversation with dad recently but aside from that all is well." She flashed Banshee a mischevious grin and she flashed a forepaw out to jab at her sister playfully. "What? Am I not allowed to simply want to see you?" She asked, faux hurt entering her voice. Her performance was hammy, a sign of her total comfort with the fanged babe. "Speech"

Banshee was filled with warmth as her mild hug and inquire were well received. Their relationship had never been rocky but perhaps... distant at times. In the end the two grew up together and loved one another. Banshee would always consider her sister to be a great friend and never welled her into the lump of disappointing adults in her life. Recluse's response made Banshee raise a truly shocked brow. It was difficult for the yearling to consider what the two could have even spoken about. But, by her sisters tone she could assume it wasn't about anything pleasant. "What did he have to say?" An inky lip twitched slightly as she felt annoyance rise in her chest. A feeling that was soon diminished as her sibling nudged her lightly. Ban laughed softly while shaking her head ever so slightly, dismissing her own anger. "This may be a proper time to inform you that I have officially dismissed both of our parents." The babe took a seat with a firm grin. "Sirius has taken me in and now considers me a part of his family." Ban shrugged gently as her eyes shifted to the ground. "He is much better then Hannibal ever was and saved my life." "Speech"

Recluse would honestly rather not be talking her talk with her father but she figured it couldn't hurt to share the experience with her sister, she knew at least Banshee would understand her furstrations. "He wouldn't stop insisting he loved us and he'd never hurt us, lot's of hot air. He refused to actually acknowledge what he'd done though. So really, didn't say much." A growl snuck into her voice as she spoke of her discussion with her father, it was the only way to cover up the pain she felt about it. Recluse allowed herself to listen to her sister, allow her words to pull her out of the situation with her father. She couldn't help a small smile at the thought, though she couldn't empathize with having found a parental figure she was still happy for Banshee. If nothing else they had each other and she couldn't ever find it in her heart to be anything but glad for her sister's ability to smile. Gods if they didn't deserve to at least smile.   "Speech"

Banshee listened to the venomous tones of her pale sibling. Blue eyes searched the ravenous pink gaze and saw nothing but distaste beneath the surface. It was hard for any of Hannibal's offspring to take what he had to say seriously when so much had happened. How could they hear his apologetic words and be able to accept them? Banshee could say she'd never forgive her once Father and it was time to move on. The last time he abandoned them she had wound up in a very horrible situation, mentally and physically. She would not allow the cruel man to tamper with her, or any of her siblings, well being ever again. A nod was offered before a long sigh. "I say we move on from Hannibal, sister. Let us prove that we are greater then that ghoul." With a wrinkle of her nose Banshee attempted to sweep the venom under the rug and allow her thoughts to traverse a more positive path. "On a lighter note, I think I have a.. crush on someone." Banshee squinted at her own folly, "A boy from Risen." "Speech"