Being two very different beings, the siblings each hear, and react, to Erebos’ command in their own way.
Taorcha, more timid than his bold sister, has already been quite frustrated with the entire hunt for quite a while (in truth, since his fire had again proved to be useless in their snaring a meal). He observes the length of the unicorn’s horn, and the size of his hooves, and decides that, even though the kitsune standing nearby is beneath both he and Na’aila’s natural born status, even a snotty fox prince can read glaring warning signs. Stepping back hesitantly, into the flickering shadow of the fire, he warily lowers his head, plush ears slipping back fretfully.
Maybe we should, he almost pleads with Na’aila, knowing his sister well enough to figure she does not like being commanded so.
True enough, her electric eyes are narrowed, her five tails twitching behind her with irritated motions. She too sees the size of the unicorn, but, who cares? She has lightning, and Taorcha’s piteous whimpers only make her even more angry.
Shut it! she snaps and barks at him, her white teeth gleaming in the firelight where her malevolently curled lips reveal their points, her sharp eyes falling again on the unicorn.
Leave, huh? sneers the pale kitsune, stupid grass eater. She kills her food, too. You leave!
Her tails gesture up towards the griffon, the fox entirely too perturbed with having been told what to do by a pompous blue unicorn to care much for lying, anymore. Besides, the bird-creature up on the stone ledge did eat meat! Such was the way of this world, one thing, devouring another, and the magical foxes were hungry, just like everybody else. What did the unicorn care if Na’aila and Taorcha got some eggs out of the ordeal, too?
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