— uncomprehending; vivd blue eyes stared down the stranger. prey, if not for the fact that the his mother's hoard had gotten to them first. as chatter rolled around him, ament took the chance to watch. Vivid blue eyes wide as he raised himself higher,his site widening with height to encompas roxanne and Michael as well- but his focus on the stranger was unwavering, and their babble meant nothing to the raptor: prey would always be prey, and there was no doubt, no hesitation in the venadi. merely.... curiosity.

through age, through experience; ament knew this custom of the typhoon ament had walked these lands for more than a year now, and his body had grown, even if he were to still remain savage, memories were something to tap into: to learn from. Even for those who dwell into the moments such as he, he knew deep down, that this stranger- would not remain a stranger for long. would become a part of the horde his mother so vastly collected, and therefore under the venadi's protection as well.

jaime's approach was silent, but his words brought a soft tenderness to rush from the omega's features; in all suddenly, ament allowed his focus to shift, for only seconds as Iuvenis - his young one spoke, louder than necessary, guttural chatter and ament's whole demeanor shifted to match it. curiosity- goregia forgotten to the wayside as the raptor let out a low chir-up

His tail rose in the air and swayed, powerful cords blurring as his tail fanned out behind him. ament watched Jamie shift his focus back towards the stranger and ament in turn stepped in front of the younger generation. Taller than both; than all there, but now ament stood to intimidate, tail stilling and fanning behind him: the feathers of his crest coming to rise high along his head. he cocked his head curious like, and for bare seconds ament took guard before jaime and the rest of his hoard in tandem: his his his.

then, there was a rumble, a shadow; and ament fell boneless into his mother's embrace. and it was an embrace, even ament's size dward in comparison to the void, the aching coldness- starless- red dawn upon his mother's face. His demeanor changed once again, showing that even savage- ament felt: wholly, without true thoughts he let his instict guide him and guide him well it did, mother was here ament had no need to protect what his mother's shadow encompassed. one thing was more final that death: a mother's love.

"guard-well-mother" ament crooned into cool scales, his voice barely heard from the local animals present, in a language they couldn't decipher, only the small chuff of ament's own vocal cords pushed through would be clearly caught in tandem with lucifer's own.