tell me, sister

Banshee witnessed the flash of fear within beaming blue eyes as he consumed her words. A little smile accompanied her toothy grin as she let forth another giggle. She was overly amused my his youthful gullable nature, remembering when she had been the same way. Perhaps he was just a tad bit more childish but Ban sadly had to grow up nearly instantly with the departure of her dear Mother. "You need not worry, little brother." Banshee leaned down to nuzzle the top of his head before retracting and speaking more feminine tones. "Ghosts only haunt those with evil in their hearts." A pause. "As long as you do no evil you will be fine." Perhaps it was a subtle way to shove the pup into a more positive moral direction. Having something like that in the back of his mind at such a young age would surely make him think twice before delving into naughty behavior.

Their discussion moved onto something that she was actually very familiar with. Azure's father had taught her how to craft spears well and she had been practicing a lot in her down time. Banshee's den was full of wooden weapons, almost to a point in which she was sleeping on them. Her eye slipped to his splintered pile of rubbish and she nodded slightly. "Sirius taught me how to make spears when my fangs came in." Banshee moved to grab a few untouched sticks from the pile and slid him one. "I will show you as long as you promise you will not stab Resin and only use them for protection until Father shows you how to use it offensively." Ban would not condone the youngling attacking anyone, especially an elder within the pack. "Do you promise?"