Bearclaw Valley omen

Desna didn't seem to give a hoot that the apocalypse was nigh. She was the most carefree of her sisters, greeting each day and every new situation with enthusiasm. It was a trait that Sesi would come to envy in time, but that was a Level 50 emotion - too complex for someone that had barely seen the end of their first month.

All she knew now is that her sisters' vibrant energy soothed her, even though she was so totes annoying. She retaliated by rolling beneath her sister's ample bulk. On her back, with one tiny paw on either side of her sister's dark face, she fought backs with high yips and swats and wriggling. Nanook was quick to join in, sailing over the pair of them like a crashing blimp. Sesi mewled at her downed comrade - presumably asking for assistance in the great task of toppling Desna the Destroyer - before seizing the darkest sister's muzzle in her gummy mouth.