Out here with the moves || Dayé, Sawtooth ||

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

Were it not for a lifetime spent honing his ears to the specific tune of paws, Dayé would’ve snuck up on him unknowingly but Bane turns, throwing a chiseled head aside in a way that shakes his trojan mane, just in time to watch the familiar she-wolf transform with gleaming appreciation obvious in his gaze. “Father would be proud.” He knows, despite also knowing that Longclaw had rarely shifted if he could help it.

Just because the skin had never fit his father like the fire had didn’t mean that he took instructing the way of the wolf any less serious. Still, the soul of Dayé’s mother rests in that warg’s breast too, shockingly apparent in the animalistic tones of her horse-shape when at last she skirts to a halt alongside her elder brother. The energy she radiates breaks Bane’s stoic facade, producing a devilish smirk at the tug of her lips against his blue-black mouth.

“You lovely monster,” He growls, feeling pensive over the way she’s grown so quickly. He’d blinked and she’d become a mare. “What trouble have you been stirring up?” The drake wants to know, and then from behind them a rustle breaks his focus.

At the arrival of Sawtooth, a weight visibly lifts from his striped shoulders. They were whole now and he could relax, which he does with a deep sigh and a few lighthearted steps towards the prostrate shifter. “You’re always interrupting!” The pegasus jokes lamely, aware that she’d been a ghost herself but not aware that the reason was because Femur’s remains kept her occupied.

Try as he might, and failing always, Wolfbane could never replace their shared mother. She was simply one of a kind.

“Sawtooth, this is Dayé.” He nods in the direction of the electric blue, tinted palomino, “Our half sister and, like you, a wolf warg.”

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Dayé] @[Sawtooth] I’m assuming here that Bane is aware of who Dayé’s mother is, but if I need to change anything let me know! (He’s so happy right now he could cry man tears)