Must have been the wind

Mortis didn’t often call for her, and for a long moment she debated about ignoring him. What right did he have to try and tell her what to do anyway? He should come to her if he was so desperate for her attention. The tiny girl grumped lightly but with a huff pushed herself to her dainty paws. The tiny girl paused for a moment, hesitating again before emerging from the den.

Siren didn’t rush. Party to stick it to Mort, partly for her own sake. Leaves, branches, nature in general, liked to cling to her long fur as she moved through the territory. She was going to need to devise a way to keep her unusually long locks contained, or else. Even with her best effort by the time she appeared before the massive winged boy and her half sister (and cousin) she looked like a wreck.

Narrowing her sharp gaze Siren muttered, ”What?”