Tranquil as a forest, but on fire within

His ears perked around his horns at the call, the familiar voice of his sister stirring something deep within him. Aspen Dam had been a reprieve, but the pressure Atreyu bore was evident even to him. The weight of their survival, their legacy, seemed to weigh heavier on her shoulders each passing day. Oath couldn't help but feel guilty for the burden she carried, but he trusted her. Atreyu had been a beacon of strength for as long as he could remember, even when they were pups she had been a guiding star for their scattered family.

He stretched lazily from his resting spot, his devilish horns catching a faint glimmer of light as he rose. The young bard moved with deliberate care, weaving his way toward the gathering. The sight of his sisters and the ever-gentle Fairytale was a comfort, even if he could tell that the strong and unyielding Petra was lingering on edge. He nodded to her, his cyan eyes meeting her single one briefly, a silent gesture of solidarity.

Taking his place near Fairytale, Oath dipped his head respectfully to Atreyu before settling down. The air felt heavy, filled with unspoken concerns and the weight of decisions yet to be made. He flicked his tail, breaking the silence with a soft and melodic hum, letting the melody slip into the clearing and fill the space as an offer of calm before the storm of words to come.