Swiftcurrent Creek the light goes out, my heart goes still and just like that, i believe in ghosts

wylla waking up like https://cs8.pikabu.ru/post_img/2017/11/1...527785.gif

as soon as her mother made noise, Tiercel weaseled deeper into her chest and tucked her head into aromatic armpit fur, looking altogether pitiful as her rump stuck out all splayfooted and rotund.

the nip on her most vulnerable asset spurred her forward, at least insofar that her behind was disenthralled from the range of teeth and their pinching. her ears drooped in a measly display of woe--although she did not understand the directive in spoken word, the goading shove that sought to deploy her as a one-man army against the owl militia was clear enough in and of itself. 

her claws clung to the earth, every fiber of her being resisting the return to a life of crime. but… she did still have to go, and mother wasn’t giving any indication that she would be escorting her delinquent to the yard. and when duty calls, you better hope it doesn’t leave a voicemail. 

she crept ever-so-slowly to the threshold, one little foot extending across the eclipse of overshadow and into the starlight, followed by the rest, until she was vulnerably poised outside the den. paranoia clenched her—she was the melt-in-your-mouth cynosure of eyes belonging to one thousand eldritch horrors. lifting her leg to take another step and, hoo… hooo, Tiercel froze and a thin stream of pee ran down her leg and into the dimness of the den.