Blackbeak Bluff hot ocean milk with dead animal croutons

Witchbaby offers encouragement but she does not have any attachment to the wolf she does not know. It seems like it will be a long while (if at all) before she meets Wildfire but she often feeds off Blixen’s anxieties when they hang out and she often feels bad for her friend because  of her missing mother. She doesn’t even have her dad to lean on for support, either, and her lips twist. It often leads her to think about her own parents and where they are, if they’ve given up their search or if they are still looking. Her heart aches a little and her blood runs cold, glancing away to hide the sudden way of emotion.
 
As the other does not linger long on it, either, Furi is able to wash away the feeling easily too. Witchbaby’s compliments warm her cheeks and she immediately bounces back, offering her an awkward smile and a few thumps of her tail in thanks. She continues to listen as she then shares her story and her ears cup forward, anticipating the biggest information of all but the other does not deliver. One ear falls back briefly and she licks her lips. Part of her wants to know about the other pack that she’s taken to, if only because she isn’t so sure about her place in Drageda as much as she’d like to be and Witchbaby seems awfully fond of her and vice versa. Maybe it will suit her much better but she bites her tongue and then, instead, blurts out the question that’s been on her mind: “what about your girl?”

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