Ravensblood Forest fuck it and whatever

yay :3

Kitsch rested in a fitful sleep, unable to get full comfortable due to the tightness of her small waist. The pearl slept that way for some time while but eventually stirred and roused from her drowsy state. There was a yawn and a pink tongue that curled in her mouth, then a stretch of her body long and she kneaded her ribcage and inky toes into the earth. Perhaps she would now walk amongst the forest once more, undistracted, and truly explore this pack she had haphazardly become a part of.

It was when Kitsch suddenly fluttered her pale eyelids open, revealing her youthful aquamarine gaze [as if her puppy blues never faded as most did but became stronger and brighter as she aged], that Kitsch noticed the presence of another. Her head whipped around and found the other: a sneering woman, seemingly quite angry. Kitsch huffed, yawned again and gathered her limbs together, arranging them underneath her and pressing herself up into a sitting position.

“I’m going to replace it, okay?”