Silver limp-bounded below the fog-line with the rat dangling from his bloodied jaws, the red substance all his from the prior fight... something else had killed the little rodent, but he had found it... and so it was theirs to share. He scooted beneath the hollow of a grey tree, its top hidden by the intense mist, down into the darkness of their moss-lined den with emerald green eyes shining brightly despite the energy lost beforehand--

"Slate, you were great...! The way you collided with that wolf!!" The dull thud of the little creatures body hit the floor as the bushy-tailed youth reared up and down with his front legs, the back still desperately paining him. No matter how heavy the wound bore down upon him it would not show on his gentle face and only in the stagger of his gait. "You knocked her down real good; I bet she won't forget us anytime soon."

Silver puffed his chest up and placed a paw against the fluff of his breast, mimicking Comet's voice in an immature yet strangely accurate manner;

"You're going to pay for that...! HA!!" The false laugh was spat out, "I'll kill her next time. We can have wolf for dinner."

”I did what I had to.” Ever the humble one, she was. Slate relinquished the half-eaten ungulate’s leg, rasping her tongue along her sharp teeth. She settled in across from Silver, face as stoic as per usual.

Her emotionless orange eyes bore down on Silver, examining him. Yes. She wanted to see that she-wolf just as dead. Slate looked at her paws. She had that power, didn’t she? She didn’t need magic. She had teeth and she had claws. Slate was not arrogant, unlike her brother— but she was no less adverse to tearing that damn dog’s throat out either.

Slate pushed the leg towards Silver. ”Settle down. Eat.” She always ate second. She would go hungry, for him, if she must. Today, they were more fortunate than that. Both their appetites could be sated. ”If you wish to kill anything, you must be well-fed and strong.”

To outsiders, Slate may seem cold towards Silver— but he would know this was Slate at her warmest. She could not. . . think like others. Or feel like them. She was different. They both were.

Silver didn't need to be asked twice; obediently he put his front claws against the leg and began to chomp into it with feverish delight, never questioning how his sister came to be by such meat. As he swallowed a mouthful his machoness returned with the renewed strength the feeling of having something in his belly gave him, and holding his head up high,

"Other young ones need adults. We don't need adults at all. I want to become strong, Slate, stronger than anyone else in this cave, stronger than even the biggest creatures in here." His teeth collided with the bone aggressively as his tail began to wag, brows furrowing, little grows emanating from his throat. He was testing the strength of his jaw against the leg... and it would not shatter now, but as they grew stronger? It would. It would splinter like glass into nothingness beneath his might...

"I wanna' become so strong that other animals bow to us. When my leg feels better, Slate... I want to fight again. You wanna' fight too, right?"

She listened in silence, mulling over Silver’s bold words. She wanted to fight. Did she? Slate wasn’t certain. As the adrenaline died within, Slate didn’t know if she was so eager to glut herself on the blood of other animals. She dragged the dead rat towards her by its skinny tail and snapped it up in her jaws. Its tiny bones crunched under the weight of her teeth. Slate shuddered. It was far from fresh, but it was food.

”I do not want to get into trouble,” she replied simply, shaking her narrow head. ”You are hurt. It pains me to see you this way.”

Slate was reluctant; of course she was, that was in her nature to be so... but shying away from what they could achieve would not get them anywhere. There were good qualities to find in a follower, yes, but thankfully she had him to light fires all around her to steer her in the right direction.

They couldn't all be genius's after all.

"Do you want to die a nobody, Slate?" Said with half a mouthful and the cocking of an eyebrow. "Because we will, if she don't achieve anything then whats the point of being alive...?"

What's the point in making noise if no-one can hear? Whats the point of walking forward if there isn't anyone to see you stride...? The little fox swallowed and tipped his head sideways, listening to the tiny bones break under the weight of her jaw... no, she had to listen to his reasoning. He could not shine in the limelight if she was not at his side, sharing it with him. Playfully, with a paw extending to bat at her chest,

"Pain is temporary... but glory is forever.