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YA YA CALUDOOS AND ATILER
Attila found it strange to watch Claudius darken and shy away at the mention of their sister's death, a reaction worlds different than the violent one Attila had pushed himself through. His hand had bruised terribly from the incident, broken perhaps, and still ached to step on. Unbandaged and set on the ground, the thick fur of the arctics was quick to cover any scratches or scars. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Yeah," he replied, iced eyes just as hollow and dark. "Mom told me."
A pause spanned before Claudius could choke out a refusal. So his brother was growing himself a spine of sorts, then? The very thought threatened a smirk on the younger Aston's face — in normal circumstances Attila would not have thought twice about laughing off his brother's somewhat forced confidence and bravado, but in the wake of their sister's murder, it was blatantly inappropriate. This strength, forced or not, was what Attila had always encouraged in both Claudius and Noir alike, even if he had encouraged it a little more brutally than a brother probably should. Perhaps it was those "efforts" (an excuse for bullying, really) that had hardened Claudius, perhaps it was Noir's death or recent AniWayan tragedies — if nothing else, all three combined would have had some effect on the boy. Attila wouldn't say he was quite "proud" of it, not yet. Not until Claudius could really prove he could manage... that he could survive.
"North of a pack called Salsola, on the Pictou," he began, rolling his shoulders. "Mom's been staying there since she heard one of the members had something to do with Noir's... thing. It's probably best you stay here anyway... you're not really the type to get your hands dirty." He dipped his head. The things he and his mother would do in compensation for Noir, well... he didn't want to think about it. There was just something not right with old Tayui anymore.
He straightened up, just slightly, and looked his brother in the eyes. "With all that's happening here, I just don't want something to happen to you, too. I know we're not close or anything, but it's not like we have a lot of family left. We never even had Dad at all." Whoever the hell he was.