just a precursor - open; evening meal

[Romulus]

The acts of Sojourn had prompted Romulus' concern lately. Sporadic acts of violence, emotional lashing out, and using her newfound power to it's finest extent. He couldn't help but wonder what gears were turning inside her head and how she was processing the death of their parents, perhaps contributing to this change in attitude. Today was no different either. As Romulus wandered through the snowed-in village, his gaze shifted as an audible gasp came from a wanderer in the distance. Their wide eyes directed to Sojourn. Their jaw was agape and stunned. His own eyes shifted to view the sight, a displeased hum leaving him upon realization.

His paws began to slowly traverse over. A glare was sent in Aphra and Bryiath's direction as their words encouraged her, only to continue forward. Romulus stopped before his sister, looking down at her with curiosity. For a moment, his periwinkle gaze traced the pelt she donned and the blood that soaked her pelt. Teeth gritted together. "What have you done, Sojourn?" came his concerned tone. For as much as he wanted to indulge in the matter's fine details, there was no time for small talk.