If you're not lost, you're not much of an explorer

Vili trailed quietly behind his only sister.. or well, the only sister that mattered. The others were too old to count, and they didn’t really feel like sisters, not in the same way Morg did. He was careful to stick to her trail, and careful to avoid detection, opting to track her rather than become a travelling companion. He wanted to know what she was up to, and announcing his presence might alter her course to avoid whatever it was that she was truly up to.

Morg’s trail turned as the light began to fade, shooting in a different direction than he expected. Had she missed her intended target or had she simply caught on to his presence? He could just see her in the shadow of a large oak, just make out the faint glow to her fur, but his silver eyes were too focused on her form, and his still-growing paws crunched inelegantly over a pile of branches. Fuck. Shit.

His sister turned and chuffed her greeting, to which he had no choice but to offer up one of his own. “Morganna.” He said, tipping his head in greeting. “Nice place you’ve got here.”