we survive, it's what we do [ABAVEN SPRING MEETING]

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Tempo wasn't feeling much better than his brother, Shaye was now the third parental figure in his life to have died. Much like Beat he'd started to think he may have been cursed, or that perhaps they as siblings were cursed. Their aunt Twig had begun to look after them but in truth, the boy was more comfortable away from her. Twig seemed nice enough, and that was reason enough for him to keep his distance. He didn't want her to end up dying either. He often chose to hide away in whatever nook he could find, including sleeping in these makeshift dens.

But he also couldn't just ignore the pack meeting as it was called. They'd only returned the mainland recently and the boy slunk along through the grasses he'd once played in. Now all he wanted was to move unnoticed, unobtrusive. He approached the place he'd been called to, and spotting his brother moved quickly towards Beat. He pushed himself in next to his brother, a soft whine escaping his lips as he settled onto his haunches. The only others he actually felt comfortable with at this point were his siblings, his logic being that if they were in fact all cursed they probably couldn't curse each other.