How often does one stare at a winter moon in the budding youth of adulthood? Only when the full weight of that silver light is in the sky does the pair find relaxation, but in a most unexpected way. Feral yellow eyes threaded and rimmed with a bright shade of red dart over the rocks of this new place, silver slivers catching the moonlight enough to shine faintly in the darkness. She is a flame in the darkness of the crags she has ventured into, her ginger and mahogany standing out in the pale light of the moon. Creamy lips are darkened as her tongue gives a sweep of her chops and her plush tail is flagged behind her, eyebrow marks coming together slightly as she watched the placement of her paws against the smooth, cold stones beneath them. Long legs make climbing the
stones easy, but it is the sheer floating gait of her walk that makes the trek simple.

Zeivah has always been able to keep her steps light enough to seem as though she never touched the ground. Each tread of pad against rock was barely discernible from the whisper of the wind, the sound of which actually howled through hollows in the stones where they were not flush. When she reaches the bottom of the rise of rock, Zeivah looks back over her painted shoulder, the ridge behind her filled with the overwhelming darkness of her brother's shadow. Thick rippling muscles mark his movement and tension, even his thighs quaked and became as solid as the granite faces they walked over, but it was the darkness in his expression that showed his displeasure at the fact they were in unknown territory. It had been her idea to come here, and as her twin and guardian, Lucifer was disinclined to let her go alone. He was reluctant to leave in the first place, but her insistence was enough to drive a wolf to madness if he let it go on long enough. Brindled mask wrinkles as his white muzzle crinkles up into a grimace as the sharp incline proves he is enough to topple stones. A silent entrance is ruined as stone after stone cascades down the hill, Lucifer cursing and snarling the whole way as he tried not to slip while running to meet his sister.

Irritated and flustered by the sudden rise of decibels, Zeivah glares beautifully jeweled daggers into the red depths of her brother's angry gaze. He was taller than her by two inches and outweighed her by at least seventy-nine pounds, but still her hackles rose and she smoothly rose to her toes, walking stiff-legged toward the brother who wanted to bite her for the humiliation he just suffered. His growls weaken, however, knowing the strength of his sister and bearing scars across his eye from her own fangs. She was not to be opposed, she was to be protected. Lucifer bows his head whilst rumbling his vocals deep in the cream colored throat he protected from her, but he does not come against her. Instead, the behemoth lays himself before her and rolls to his side, pawing at her to seem cuter and more puppy-like. Sheathing her fangs, Zeivah studies her brawny brother, the creams of his underbelly, the black of his toes, the wonderful brindled pattern of colors that were her own - ginger, mahogany, chocolate and black mixing in a marbling pattern that was a truly beautiful sight. There was a creamy patch of fur untouched by any brindling above his hips, and for whatever reason, Zeivah had always adored the oddity. Accepting his submission, Zeivah turns soundlessly and continues on an easier path for the less graceful, her coat swaying and bouncing with each motion of her legs. It was not long before the pair come across a small rivulet, stopping for a crisp drink of icy water. Red, strewn with gold and slivers of silver met the multi-colored gaze of his sister's as they drank, wondering where he would be dragged next. Or if he would have to guard her virtue from any males this season. They both hoped not to be threatened in that regard, a reason Zeivah wished to leave home where the males were all expectant and her mother pressed for the heir to take a mate. She was not interested in such things and never would be, or so she thought. The fever made her cranky, and gave her the want for pups, but she never acted and neither did her brother.

It would continue that way until they found someone worthy of them. This is a matter for another time though, and Lucifer's thoughts are interrupted by a flicker of movement in the darkness, his massive cranium lifting as he sniffs the wind. The motion gains Zeivah's attention, and she turns to search the shadows behind her for what he could have seen. Perhaps it was only a trick of the eye.