Dragoncrest Cliffs swamp things

@Sobeille for visibility; eyes open!

The child had begun to reject the seal milk a few days ago, and today they did not latch at all. Their little needle teeth slid awkwardly across the flabby surface of the seal-mother a few times before giving up on that, too. The child blinked. They made to reach for the bundle of dark fur that lay nearby - squinting now. A hazy light emanated from somewhere overhead, giving the faintest definition to the seal's shape, but that was not what drew Runa — no, it was the way the light halo'd around @Panik. Blinking, again; not realizing the importance of this moment, and only wanting to burrow in close to the familiar warmth and scent of sister.

evening followed day, and sobeille recovered. wounds patched, scars formed; a growing sensation took root in her belly.

today the den was rich with milkscent; as always sobeille watched the seal warily as the children were brought to her, this time scowling. tusakruna did not nurse.

watching the sealcub, sobeille realized tusakruna’s eyes had opened in the fathomless shade of bluesea. she inched close, a growl edged towards the seal as she watched tusakruna navigate towards panik’s brightly illuminated form.