Maybe it's all part of a plan

He could feel the pull of his sister as he moved from her side, even if it was this much distance between them he still felt its effects. But this was more important, to block off the little beasties exits. While Roselin was all giggles and smiles, he was more of the teeth bared, growls sounding and hackles raised type. But the sound of Ros' giggles were his fuel to his fire, the burning desire to bite and tear were strong. He was salivating, tongue lashing at his lips as his eyes burned with an intense fire. He wanted to consume the tiny girl, tear away that innocence that she reeked of. But his twin's words tore him away from his mind, bringing him back to the situation at hand. Yes, they were gods. He was shocked that the wolf had not fainted from fear, it was rolling off of her in waves. But she was young, one or two years under her belt. But oh, oh how she would learn from this point on. A manic grin consumed his mouth, teeth clacking together as his jaws snapped. The world around them faded away as he saw only their prey, only his sister. Her demands came out and vibrated in his head like a chant, her words of hunting and... hunting. Same words, but with a much different meaning at hand. When Roselin said that they didn't eat their prey, his head rose as he eyed her with a frown. "Oh but sister, she just looks so... tasty." He said, hissing out the last words between clenched jaws. Even though she was right, it didn't hurt to throw in even more fear. No, the little weaklings tasted rough and tough, not the type of meat he liked to consume. Didn't mean he was above a little sample, however...

Roselin called their new little darling a mouse, and he rather liked that. Head tilted as he studied her, her small size and even smaller amount of will power. Poor dear couldn't even move away from them, even if she tried. But when she retorted that her name was Avery, denying the nickname that Roselin had graced her with, the male let out a large booming laugh. "My oh my, it seems that the little one has some fight in her yet! Good, its more interesting when our prey fights back." A wide toothed grin was tossed at Avery as he took another step towards her, jaws snapping in the direction of her rump. But then the little mouse knew that she was stuck in her own trap, and said that she didn't have much of a choice. He hummed softly, moving to stand beside her and brush his tail against her flank. "Oh my dear, you always have a choice. Might not be the right one, but do try to have a mind of your own, won't you? Makes things more... interesting." He let out a deep, dark chuckle, his head tilting downwards to peer at the lesser being. Mmm, it would seem that Ros had taken a liking to this little creature. She had better be useful, or he would grow bored of her fast. Gazing up at his sister she rose a brow in questioning. Would they drag her home now, or try and pull more information out of her? Besides, he didn't like them if they didn't work. It was then that he started to take little bites out of them, as his sister knew well. At times Roselin didn't like when he sampled a taste of her play things, but there were times when it was more necessary.

"Burn Baby Burn"