Dragoncrest Cliffs ♫ head, shoulders, teeth & tendrils, teeth & tendrils

Blixen notices that she looks different and her ears fall back, unable to determine the tone she uses. Is that a bad thing? She looks at the mismatched fur that keeps changing and she sighs. She isn’t an even red and white like the other girl, or solid like Eske and the Heda. Nothing matches and it seems more different each day. Clearly, it’s not normal. She licks her lips nervously and looks back when the other speaks again, reaching forward to take the kill, and as she digs in she burrows her brows together in confusion. “What?” she asks, unable to decipher the sound she made a second before but perhaps it has been muffled by her eating when Blixen asks her if she wants any. Brushing off the confusion, Furi quickly shakes her head so the other can have the whole thing.