Terror to Behold

She never thought that she would hear that howl again. The woman's ears would perk, and she would instantly move toward the lupine that had issued the call. Without a word, a pardon, a rhyme or reason she would push forward - because this wasn't just the call of some wolf. This brute was important - family, her brother, where on earth had he gone?! The woman would expect for his daughters to find him as well, and although they might try to chew him to pieces they surely, somewhere deep down, had missed him. It would take a while to reach him - but the journey was made in long strides beneath the moonlight, steps that should have been more careful with her half sight were reckless, caution thrown to the wind.


Chrysanthe would be out of breath by the time she reached him, chest heaving and muscles tired from the sudden run - but she had made it - and that was all that mattered. She had made it and he was there. For a moment she would pause, forcing her breaths to be even enough to properly speak. Her lips would quiver, her eyes wide at the sight of the brute because it had been an entire year since she had last seen him if not more. Yet her visage would smooth as she examined the once bone king, letting it sink in that he had not run off and gotten himself killed... from the sound of his voice, he might have run off and started doing the killing. There was something about it that to most - would strike them as unnerving, but Chrysanthe couldn't help but mix that with worry. What had happened to him while he was away? Why had he gone at all?


"Syrinx, you're alive." She would say finally, inadvertently answering the young boy's (who she could instantly assume was a member of Twig and Jinxx's family considering the cross on his left) question as to who the male was. "Where did you go this time?" She would question, no bark to her tone even though she was pissed that he had left his family behind when those girls had needed him more than anyone else. Now they didn't seem to want to accept anyone - not even each other.


"Crucifix, getting into trouble so late at night?" Poor kid was probably just curious - his soft vocals made her feel sorry for him - surely her older brother wasn't what he was expecting when he searched for someone that had howled in the middle of the night. "His family's in Valhalla, he probably wanted to make sure you were alright." Valhalla tended to be too nice for it's own good... herself included at times. But that also meant he was off limits to her russet kin's abuse, Valhalla was still important to Syr, wasn't it?