Falx was hot on her brother's heels. She'd spent the majority of her morning upending rocks in a dried up creek bed looking for snakes, because gods know she never learns, and her mottled pelt was covered in brown grime. Her fur may have been disheveled, but her green eyes were vivid, excited ever since she'd caught scent of her wandering sibling. The girl hadn't been overly inclined towards conversation so she simply trailed him, curiosity changing venues. Lo and behold he'd led her to Raba, which in her mind was even better. "I wouldn't take that, if I were you," she said in a sing-song voice. Sabre was always mocking them, and Raba was always snarking back, so Falx wasn't entirely sure which one of them she was goading but the instigation would be worth it either way. She sat down with a thump and a loose grin. Ever since falling ill she'd missed countless opportunities to raise hell with her litter mates, and she was almost certainly suffering from withdrawal.
