Taijo did not come. Taijo only stared. Hemlocke may be too young to completely understand, but he knew something felt…off with their little brother. Something was wrong with him, but what? He did not look right. He did not act right. He was not like Hemlocke and Hellebore. The stare brought an odd feeling. Creeping feeling.

Hellebore brought him great comfort as he came to his side. They were in step together. Bo’s eyes were of his own. They looked upon the bloodmoon and they knew it was THEIR moon. Naturally, Locke leaned in when his brother did, white ear flickering towards him. ”More. Dark.” he repeats.
For a second, he looks back, and sees the eyes of Taijo staring. Locke did not forbid the brother from coming with them. Initially, the stare brings discomfort, but there is part of him that grows used to it. Perhaps, this is how all families are.

He turns then, a mischievous grin on his face. Little paws moved forward more. Step by step. The mouth of den grew wider, and he felt confident with Hellebore by his side. Mother was watching, her own green eyes reflecting gentle red light in the den. There was draw to her naturally, but the moon was their moon. Wouldn’t mother want to see it anyway?

The world was getting larger before them. Locke ensures his brother is with him as he steps into the dark world, touched with a red hue from the moon. He feels the cool wind on his fur. The world seems so much…louder. The trees rustle. Creatures rustle. His body rustles as he looks around in awe. ”Our dark,” he says simply, flashing his smile again to his brother. Possession. This area was theirs.