Mythris was cold - the snow dusted his pelt and gave him the opposite pattern of his sister Dalmatia in comparison. He had another haul in his mouth, rocks carefully carted to add to the hoard of them that lined the edges of his den. There was just something about the pretty stones all organized and laid out in their specific spots. Sometimes the stones gave him different feelings - if he concentrated on them, he could even imagine them almost with their own little emotions and personalities. If he told his sisters they'd think he was crazy - Aurelia would give her grimace-smile and tell him 'that's nice' while Beri barreled into him with the notion of 'being happy he was happy'.

So he kept the random notions in his head, keeping his little pretties just tucked in their spots and settled.

Isaiah carefully nestled the shiny quartz in it's spot, placed between the more pinker shades and between the paler spaces too - he was careful, he had a system and once he was done, he backed up to survey his little treasures. That was when it caught his eye. The stone was a brilliant sort of blue, something that seemed to be a perfect match for Cassius. With a little smile Isaiah picked up the moonstone and began to track his brother's most recent trail.