12-22-2018, 05:17 AM
He hid his resentment well. It was something that she never knew of. Couldn’t even fathom that he might be jealous of her and the ability she inherited from their father. Sawtooth couldn’t even conceive of the very idea that he had darker moments - thoughts, weaknesses - because he hid it so well and because she was so blinded by simple idolatry of her older brother that she simply found him above such crass earthly desires as that.
Maybe because he carried the weight of a small world on his shoulders. Loess and it’s inhabitants figured prominently into his design that she couldn’t imagine him as anything but the big brother who was king. That to her, defined him. Especially since he still found time to laze around and indulge his littlest sister.
Her lips draw back from her teeth as the feathers tickle her nose; she’d not really bite them - just mouth them playfully until she had enough but she doesn’t even do that much. His wings were a delicate but important part of him. Not that delicate is really all that synonymous with the image of Wolfbane that she’s built up in her head. Which elicits a rumbly low laugh from her as she lifts a paw to bat his wingtip away from her face.
If she’d known he had an itch, she’d probably have shifted and obliged him in relieving it. Since she didn’t, she contented herself with mouthing a particularly long feather and wondering how she could take one for her collection. Sawtooth has a piece of mother in the form of some bones scattered in hidey-holes between here and Loess; she was thinking how she ought to add a few vertebrae to her mane and tail along with a pale feather or two to complete the look.
Then he mentions oh so casually about her becoming an aunt and she freezes in place. A what?! An aunt! Her smile is slow but happy, and oh so toothy as her furry bottom starts to wiggle a little. Even her tail thumps the ground happily. “An aunt huh? Who’s the lucky lady?” her eyes are glittering inside her wolf’s face; she could easily pick out who by scent but she doesn’t know anyone here besides him.
And one other.
She briefly wonders what her brother might make of that…
Her own grin matches his in slyness as he inquires about what she’s been up to. “Oh you know…. hunting, the usual.” and reconnecting with someone from her not-so-long-ago childhood. That same someone she’s happened to have spied following her brother around quite a bit. Even heard of his promotion to Bane’s right or left hand; she hadn’t paid that much attention so as not to be nosy and obvious.
Her sudden inattentive attitude and lapse in conversation might be pointedly obvious to her big brother, that’s she thinking about something or someone else. She tries to cover it up with another smile and a quick bump of her nose to his nearest folded leg. “Meeting people too,” she adds slyly before looking away from him so he couldn’t quite see the things in her eyes, like silly hope and girlish like that could so very easily become longing.
(she’s not even sure how Bane would handle the news of her having already known his secondhand man back in their earliest days of how she might have developed a crush on him from afar. she’s a little scared… do big brothers let their little sisters have lives like that?)
@[Wolfbane] ❤️