He had had enough with the bitch. Sin stalked angrily towards Tortugan lands, to have a talk with his sister about the problematic rodent. He was not one to be trifled with, but the wench who continuously trespassed onto lands he had made clear were forbidden until his children were grown was going ignored. The next time I see her she will wish she had never crossed my path again. He growled in anger, hackles bristling as his amber gaze sought out the borders of his sisters domain. The demon would halt a few feet, and whether his sister chose to listen or not was on her. He would not let it slide next time, however. He would call for her, a short howl sent upon the wind for her alone. And there he would wait, the anger rolling off of him in waves.
