Bright green gaze fixated upon the form of her sister, outside on a cold winter day. Vyvienne cared little that the cold might make her silver-kissed sibling sick, nor that the cold might be uncomfortable, but rather that there were stormy clouds brewing above that might wipe her scent from the body of her littermate. Such a factor would be unacceptable; her possessions had to bare her scent at all times, displaying her mark obviously and proudly.

She approached without much more hesitation, plastering herself to her sister?s side, allowing their pelts to mingle and hopefully for her scent to invade the crevasses of her sister?s lovely pelt. ?You?ll catch a cold,? she said harshly, but it was oh so apparent that she cared little that this was the case. Cynder was strong enough to withstand a cold, and thus Vyvienne was not at risk of losing a possession. Therefore, she did not care. The monstrous girl only cared that her sister stood to erase her chains, which, even by accident, was a mistake that was most unacceptable.

Her sister would meander seemingly out of nowhere; as she was often quite capable of doing, presenting herself with the typical thump into the side of her far smaller sibling, an irritated growl ripping free of the teenagers throat as she would attempt to take a step away from her side. Though Cynder was well used to it now, and it didn?t particularly bother her, she was growing a pride and untouchable nature that seemed no less than adequate to be tested upon her possessive sister. And so she would lift her snout high, broadening her chest as she would attempt to match the earthen girls height; alas to no avail, ?I could catch a cold, but a cold will never catch me.?

She observed her silver-kissed possession, frown touching her face as the smaller girl noted that she was untouchable to colds. Vyvienne?s expression did not move, the chocolate-drizzled teen instead snorting, displaying the lack of belief she felt. ?No,? she denied simply, turning her head towards a den in a swift gesture. ?Come,? she demanded. She needed to make sure that Cynder was safe and healthy, even if it made Vyvienne a bit of an ass in the process. Well, Vyvienne was always a bit of an ass, and she never really cared, so that wasn?t that big of a deal. For now she needed to look after her possessions, and Cynder most certainly fell into that category.