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He had been flying for weeks now. America hated it but ever since he had recovered he had found himself slipping away longer and longer during the day. Training had become more important to him than the reason he had wanted to become stronger in the first place. Edith... The thought made the braviary slow in his flight. Ever since he had found his sister missing the boy had gone berserk in his searching. What if she was hurt somewhere? Everytime his frustrations had led into a fight with some stranger or even a group of them.

Yet every time he came up short.

"Edith...dammit where did you fly off too?" He had flown exhausted in the freezing winds until he couldn't move anymore. Falling down into the woods the rufflet had passed out beneath the branches of an ancient oak. Surprsing though when he woke he was warmer and hungrier than before...and bigger? I evolved... The shock of losing Edith and then his newest change was too much for America. He went into a frenzy picking fights with whoever he could whever he could.

Now though his head was calmer and he found himself picking apart the area in a strategic way. If there was hints of his sister then he surely would find them. Even if he had to keep going into empty places like this part of the forest. Tightening his wings around his body the teen began to walk through the woods on a rocky path. Would this be another empty day for him or could his sister finally be up ahead?

It had been roughly a month since Edith had gone through her change. She was adjusting well to the growth spurt, less so to her “situation”. She was constantly hungry. Her attempts at hunting down prey were always frenzied and desperate, leaving her vulnerable to attack. Still, she went out every evening like one might go to a restaurant, and found a healthy routine forming.

Edith brushed locks of hair away from her face and placed her hands on her hips. At her feet was a wicker laundry basket, now devoid of laundry as her linens and clothes hung out on the line to dry. It was still winter yet, but since today was unusually warm she couldn’t just let it go by! Of course, when she looked around she sighed. Ever since she had started living in her little cabin it had been...lonely. Kole’s visits help immensely, but there was still this sense of isolation. And worry. What was her brother doing now? Was he eating well? Had his arms healed?

She took a few clothespins out of her mouth and sat them in the basket before heaving it up on her hip. Smoke rolled out of the cabins chimney, signaling to her that the fire was good and warm now. At the very least she could warm her cold bones before setting out as a creature of the damned once more.

Silly as it was America was hunting for a child, a starly, rather than a potential teenager. So when he heard rumors of some mysterious girl who wandered down around the evening the braviary just shrugged it off. What did he care? All he wanted to do was find Edith. What sort of big brother am I?

Sighing America batted another branch out of his way. It was much easier flying than this stupid walking. Yet the appearance of smoke was what had made him land in the first place. What if she was there? Someplace isolated sounded like their old home...his heart clenched in his chest. Had she gotten tired of living in the warehouse? Was that it? It was much better thinking in those terms rather than worrying about what sort of bastards had taken her from him. Anyone in his way would get pummeled for sure.

Ducking his head under a low hanging branch America found himself emerging in a small clearing of sorts. Was someone doing laundry here even? Crossing his arms the braviary hesitated on the spot. Was he about to trespass into someone's home? But who the hell would live all the way out here by themselves? Still he gritted his teeth. It was better to check now than wait around until dark right?

Mind settled America started walking forward to investigate the scene.

Edith tossed open the windows to let in fresh air...and with it came a scent that bowled over her like a punch to the gut. It was both intoxicating and absolutely compelling. Like an addict she leaned out onto the window sill to have a sniff. The prey was moving around on the opposite side of her home. What a fool you are, coming to the Seviper’s den.

Shrugging out of her boots, Edith twisted around on the window sill and pulled herself up onto the rough by the eve. Without her shoes she moved noiselessly on the wooden shingles. She was careful to keep her petite body pressed as close to the roof as she could, using the chimney itself as cover when she became close enough.

What she saw was interesting. A Braviary boy? Her fangs pierced into her bottom lip as they eagerly waited for him to get closer. All thoughts of domesticity were gone. Her body shifted, twitching in anticipation for the drug that would end her suffering.

And when he was close enough, she launched herself towards him. Edith had been training at speed flinging since she was still a starly and now that it was part of her hunting technique she was competition for Talonflames. Holding her hands out like claws, she intended to barrel into him, knocking him down so she could pin him. It would be perfect.