Like the reaper’s shadow, Gehenna is always present, whether one is aware of it or not. She is remarkably attentive at such a minute age and yet she was born with a drive to be something akin to an all seeing eye of her home. There is no better rank for her within Asteraia than the highly respected, and currently vacant, Silencer. Her teachings with the colossal twin of her father were paying off quite quickly and her already observant and silent ways were morphing themselves into variations of a more dangerous type.

Ever within her sibling’s presence, the novice assassin stalks within a few hundred meters of Widow, always being aware of where it is that she goes. It is not the screeching sound of the fletching that she hears but the heady odor of cruor upon the coastal air and her blood sister’s change in movement. The noiseless stalker switches direction as well to follow along the path that her sibling has set and soon comes to find that it was a pup whom has barely even lost her milk teeth that has started all of the commotion.

Gehenna’s black and teal eyes immediately fixate upon the smaller female with a predatory stare. She knows Asteraia’s rule – never to harm a pack member – and yet the second born of the Night Mother holds a very small selection of expressions. It is not in an aggressive manner in which she stares at the girl, but one of solemn curiosity as she notices how very similar it is that the young one looks to her own blood. It is almost… alarming because of the fact that this strange child is not related to Gehenna nor Widow in any manner of which she is aware of. Her svelte legs jog into their space, brushing through the taller grasses until they have cleared, and stops her shorter figure to stand steadfastly at her sister’s side.

Unwavering loyalty is a strength within the silent girl and she will always choose Widow over any other; she simply cannot see a day that this statement is false. It is clear by the vibrations that ebb from Widow’s chest as she speaks that her tone is gentle, perhaps she is welcoming the child into the hills, but Gehenna cannot know the words for certain because she is still so taken with the other’s markings. Teal optics shoot from the feather-plucking child toward Widow so that she may determine whether or not she is just as affected by this uncanny resemblance, no words needing to be spoken.

For now she will hang back as the silent, loyal, and physical force of the duo until things turn onto a more interesting note.