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

When the child sneezed, Druid automatically leaned in to clear Kikimora’s nostrils of any bothersome snot. Her gums ached, her tongue pulling back into her mouth to prod at the tender gaps where her teeth had been. She could still taste traces of blood, which she just hoped she hadn’t smeared on the poor Butternut.

You know, she said quietly, trying to capture the pup’s hazy blue eyes, just seeing you look back at me… it hits different.

She snorted under her breath, then gently began coaxing Kikimora closer to her belly. She was still the smallest, so Druid tried to encourage her to eat at every opportunity. If she was awake—and sighted now—the Den Mother may as well wave a tempting nipple in her face.