Noctisardor Bypass there’s comfort in my dark seat and chaos in the aisles

The Den Mother seemed uncomfortable, unsettled. The energy that radiated from her was different somehow, though her little daughter did not understand it. She remained silent and watchful.

Curious. 

Druid's mismatched gaze returned to her cubs once more, and first her focus lingered on little Kikimora. She leaned in close so that their noses gently touched, and the littlest girl reached to deliver a fleeting sweep of her tongue to the leader's dark muzzle.