Hoshor Plains shots and squats

She cried. Her voice far louder and far more shrill than she could begin to comprehend, but a cry for help all the same. She could not compute the reason for her discomfort. She only knew that something was wrong, that something needed to change, and that someone somewhere was sure to help her discover what it was she needed to be soothed.

It felt like a lifetime of screaming before a presence wavered over her and then tucked down beside her. Her voice instantly ceased, falling silent at the warm presence of her sibling as Sart curled closer. There. That was better. She gave her sister a quick lick before nestling in and pressing her eyes closed.