Salamanders

The long legged Destruction boy made his way over familiar territory. This wasn’t the rapids, but it felt more like home than the island. He was far more than ready for the volcano’s temper tantrum to be over. He wanted the stars he wanted the moon and he wanted to see the sunshine again. Void felt the frustration building, but he mostly wanted to get back to normal.

He was quietly walking alone, a habit he picked up despite his huge paws. As he continued along blue and lavender gaze would fall on his brother. Desolate always seemed to experience emotions much more vibrantly than Void. The later was quiet and subdued, and wasn’t as affected by feelings. Not that he knew much about his sibling’s emotions.

Void was very observant though, and he didn’t miss the way Desolate’s positions changed. His ears went up and his focus was intense. The young Destruction watched his brother from a ways away, not wanting to interrupt a hunt.