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Had Paroxysm not already made his Wind half very, very petulant, there probably would have been a loud outburst going on in his head. As it was, there seemed to be this shocked silence, and a sound, peculiarly like hmph. The stallion was sure he would hear more about it later, but for now, he looked, rather expressionlessly at the dead butterfly.

"Well, now it cannot eat you." That seemed to brighten him a bit, and he smiled at the filly. "Good job. I suppose you were not afraid."

Underneath all of Harbinger's young pompousness and puffed-up disdain, was a small affectionate feeling towards his strange and well-suited parents. Brushing his wings lightly along his mother's side, as close as he would get to such an affectionate gesture, he trotted over to see what his sister was doing to agitate his brother so much.

"Awwa, why'd you have to kill it so fast?!"

"'Cause," the filly retorted to Harbinger, "I wouldn't want for you to come over and get spooked off by it, too!" She tapped one hoof against the ground soundly, counting off on her imaginary tally against her brother. She was on a roll today!

Smug in her father's praise and mother's attention, and twice as bolstered by the imagined envy of her brother (singular, since Sanguine was too busy being a baby to be properly jealous of his sister's hunting prowess), Diablerie felt well avenged for her indignity of moments before. Any dampening effect that Vexation's discipline had managed on her pride was quite neutralized, and she might have even found a small bit of forgiveness for her mother as she grinned up at her parents and picked up her front hooves excitedly. This had the unfortunate side effect of her stamping dangerously near Sanguine's face next to the butterfly, but for once, it seemed that this threat was wholly incidental. Her focus was only on her mother, and the excitement of her suggestion.

"When can we do that? I wanna go now!" Puffing her chest and tossing her head, she finally stopped dancing around on her hooves to stand straight and tall, hoping to demonstrate for her parents what a well-grown and capable individual she was. Persuasively, she suggested, "Y'don't have to worry 'bout Sang and Harbi, we can leave them behind!"

The 'harmless little boy' would not object to being left out of a hunt. After all, even the butterfly's death would have had him in tears if he were a human. As it was, he was snuffling slightly, his tail dragging on the ground a little as he sat down in the soft moss that his mother had tossed his sister into. "I didn't mean to killed it..." he said pitifully, very sad that he had failed so terribly in his attempt to befriend the affectionate creature. Crestfallen, he put his head down to rest on his leg, ears drooping. Every now and again, they would twitch and swivel forward at something Habringer or Diablerie said, but for the most part they remained flat against his skull.

"Hmmn. I think it would be good for Habringer to come along as well, Diablerie. But I believe we will leave Sanguine at home for this one. I don't think he's ready yet." Perhaps she could leave him with Paro for awhile, or something, if Paro was up to it. Giving him a sidelong glance, she checked to make sure that the idea was alright with him. It was always best to check with one's other half before forging forward. Not that that had stopped a great many Kalona in the past, but she prided herself on being an individual. And for planning ahead. "I believe you will both be well suited to the pouncing involved with catching rabbits, and perhaps mice as well... though they are quite fast." Pursing her lips, she considered her daughter's question. "We could go today, if all are agreed."

Harbi spared a glance at his brother, who seemed to be snuffling in the weeds, over the dead bug. He rolled his eyes, snorted, and lashed his tail out again, trying to trip Little Miss Suck Up as she rammed into their poor mother over and over.

"No wonder how you got such a funny-lookin' head. All that ramming it up against mom made you dumb AND ugly!" It was a baby insult, for a baby colt, but it was really the best he could do. He was not one for witty repartee, and was content to simply roll his eyes, grimace, sneer, and glare.

Like a real stallion!

"I wanna go today, mother, please take me!"

The filly stumbled over the tail, butting her head into her mother's forelegs a good deal harder than she'd really intended. "Hey! Watch it, buttface!" Making a sour face in the direction of her brother, Diablerie aimed a lazy kick back in his direction. But she was far too excited about the potential of their first real hunting trip to be bothered by his taunting. Pulling her head up haughtily, she radiated airs of being far too mature to be taken in by him, and swiveled her sharp red gaze around to address the person who really mattered at that instant- her father.

"Daaaaaddy," she began, her voice turning sugar sweet as if with the flick of a switch. "We can go hunting, right? I'll make sure that Harbinger doesn't get into trouble, promise!" In what she was convinced must be a subtle gesture, her own tail went out to try and slap at her brother's flank.

"Alright, children, now... settle down. We'll need to be quiet if we're hunting prey," Vexation said in a conspiratorial tone. "Be very, very quiet. Rabbits have excellent hearing, as good as ours if not better. Come along now." Stalking as gracefully as a four footed, heavy animal could, she led her two enthusiastic children off into the brush. "Now, it would be best if you remained hidden by something, the grass perhaps, or a bush or tree." Or even a rock, if they were lucky enough. "Since you're both small, you will find it easier to hide." But fortunately, the grass was tall enough in places that she herself could find cover. Kneeling down, and putting an ear to the ground, she listened for the sound of the burrowing creatures. "There. Up ahead... there's a warren there, or should be. Hush now."

Daddy liked to be around him? Perking up even more at his father's words, Sanguine picked himself up, his tail flagging, and pranced about Paroxysm. "Yeah, we can find somewhere to rest!" That would be great! Then mama might be happy with them, and even Diablerie and Habringer couldn't really complain. Could they? Indeed not! Very seriously, he pranced off in the direction of shade, or at least where he remembered shade had been last time. Somewhere nice, somewhere quiet. "Daddy, what about the ones with the pools?" Nice and quiet, with water, too.