A Bone To Pick

Khranbari steps were planted with purpose. He was overly agitated with the cream and tan woman. Having left him with Varushka to show her around. It annoyed him to no end. Not being ready to deal with that particular situation at hand. His face sketched into a scowl, he wandered the path leading to her place of solitude and rest. Asla's scent wafting from the very direction he trekked. A bear's coat keeping him warm from the frosted air as he went. Despite wanting to give her a piece of his mind in the way a brother would a sister. He had to remember that she still was his leader and she need not know of the soft he kept for her.

"Aslatiel." His voice dull when speaking out her name. Wrapped in a low growl to suppress his need to speak further out of place. He'd been doing so much of this and it fairly well shocked him. Bari was not one to speak. Silence became his best friend. A comfort to keep from saying things that lead to his beatings. This was not then. It was now. An affirmation he continuously told himself. For Valta was changing him.... Boreas shifted something. Asla opened a door and Varushka had entered with no warning. Nose flaring to expel a sigh of exhaustion, he stood in await of her presence. Eyes narrowed at the hallowed entrance.
"Speech"