She grinned at his cautious words. She didn't need him to remind her but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. She watched him hound after the doe scrambling over the banks and bleating her fear. The fawn scrambled after her but quickly skittered over the frozen ground in a different direction. Asahi followed the child with unhurried steps. Letting the fawn slip and slide crashing through the undergrowth. She slowed her pursuit, the screams of the doe silenced the world around them and the fawn was left huddled in the brush of the understory. Asahi simply leaned down and sank her teeth into the babe's neck, letting it thrash against her as the blood touched her tongue. Poor thing was born in the wrong season in the wrong continent.
Speech // thought // Nihongo
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
