SILHOUETTES

Trailing after her had been harder through the snow than he had assumed. Although fresh tracks were always an easy thing to see, it seemed that the fresh snow would quickly cover said tracks up. So by scent alone he would follow her, trailing after her, wondering whether the next turn tha the took he would see her on the horizon. So many times he thought that he had found her, a little gray speck in the distance, only to be fooled time and time again. How did his sister manage to get so far so quickly?

Perhaps it was not as far as Aeron thought. The north was vast, its territories daunting. And for two parentless children, it was even larger, more dangerous than it was for your average adult. Yet somehow they managed to survive, sometimes together, normally alone, they were somewhat of a miracle paired with their lack of social skills. In ways, they could assumed to be worse for each other than better, for Aeron had long since appreciated Silana's silence, attached it to what came with her gentle presence. He saw no reason for her to talk, and because of that with him, she could simply remain silent, not pressured to perhaps push past the ailment.

And he was slowly finding the voices of others to be foreign, and each time he heard a howl in the distance, it became stranger and stranger to him.

The boy had lost track of time looking for his sister, but finally he could scent her. The boy was immediately running after her, not wanting her to give him the slip once more. Yet as he approached he realized that she wasn't alone. Approaching the scene, he blinked at the large man that was with his siblings, blinking at him before moving to stand alongside his kin. His movements were not alarmed, he only cast a questioning glance at the male, before looking his sister in the eye. Her lips were stained red, and he was surprised at that - the two of them weren't the most... substantial of hunters.

"You fed her?" He questioned the brute, not bothering to introduce himself or Silana just yet. It didn't occur to him that it would be the polite thing to do - at least, not at first. His meeting with Basalisk though, would be his reminder that names were for some reason important. The male's lips twitched, and then he was speaking - his voice that of a young adolescent, albeit there was a bit of a croak from being underused. "I am Aeron, this is Silana. Why did you feed my sister?" What did he want of them? They had nothing to give anyone - they were barely managing to take care of each other.