Ament knows possessive like a sickle claw, no - larger than a sickle claws - curling around him at night- chilling him to the bone and yet- comforting. These were the fist ever memories ament had of lucifer, after a many failed attempts to slumber near the elderitch mother figure of the venandi- too many sleepless nights- too many cold nights of children craving warmth of each other and only able to tolerate the chill that their food giver seemed to radiate at short intervals. It was the start of the word "mine" first uttered by one of the ven- he couldn't remember who- in regards to luce. THey all wholesomely agreed to the sentiment. Possession- protectiveness started when they were young and exploring and they were so very- very small. Started when all three of them looked towards one another- looked at mother and with savage hearts and rabid near erratic learning curves took to protecting their own. THeir pack- their mother.

Even still this possession lasts, runs in their blood like the divinity his sister's so claim they are apart of. He has no illusions to what he is- to how close lucifer is to them- yet not. Not a sister- not pack but an entirely new identity his dna struggles to comprehend into a definable term. - THeirs all the same, his all the same. They do not follow luciferus everywhere- and he does not follow them to their travels. He is a looming shadow here, in this protective plane of warmth and birth where their egg shells litter the nest grounds of their resting place. He makes this place home that they are sure to return to, weary and tired and ready to be embraced in the chilly shade of void mother.

Truly- the only pain ament has known in life is the pang of hungers from birth. In that regard he is spoiled rotten as well as his sisters. Ament knows enough of warmth and chill to prefer the former rather than the latter and the slight sharp wince of tugging teeth on feathers when his sister's tug him awake- or preen a little to roughly. Hunger is the only pain he knows, and it is not something he wants to experience ever again, never wants to see his sister's experiencing it- although they all did once to get out of their eggs. To meet the world, a necessary evil in the world, unpleasant as it was. SO he hunt for his sister- for virgo to make sure she is fed. At home tucked into the warmth of stolen blankets and cotton fuzz and surrounded by a wreathe of shiny glorious babbles ament had delighted to give her.

FOr now he takes time to familiarize to his home- his comfort. His curiosities and his lands are plentiful and warm but even to him the detection of a chill runs through his marrow. Winter's near approach makes him quicker to bristle and easier to anger- irritable. His sister's condition- his alpha's cndition does not help things. THe very least thing he needed was to spot another one of the group's alpha stalk past him- too close to their nesting grounds and too close to virgo's sickness. He stomps through the area clumsily- and although ament does not now it is owen- he see's big raptor with big teeth and small bundle of tight concern and raises his hackles. crest flaring- in the lighting of the sun the russet feathers bleed a redder crimson hue and his coal-like features harden in a snarl. The purring he makes is not kind.

Ament does not care for owen's size, although ament has grown in his absence- the size of a german sheard- owen is still larger. He does not care for this, nor the bundle of whimpering writhing mass upon his head. He cares for virgo first- always pack first. Before his life before his own health- and he challenges the other where they are standing. Stepping clearly through the undergrowth. Giving the other moment's to back away- to leave to prove he is not after virgo. Virgo is wise but she cannot understand their language- he need's mother here- mother could solve this. Mother mother mother.

strangers here- one is weak and the other is large and he smells like the other pack- he cannot get past me- cannot hurt virgo- i will kill him. It is not his first thoughts, but the only he spares for himself as he let's his own dna call to him. The other has tense-spare few moments before ament strikes- the little venandi angling his head slightly upward at maise- it is clear what his target will not be the legs or neck- killing blows- but rather emotional ones.