Shadowwyn Moor moulin rouge

Eshe was more than relieved to hear Bhreac agree with her. Good. She worried that might be a tough thing to rope her sister into doing, given the unfortunate event... but it was necessary. She was even a little bit excited for it. As far as eating went, the Endore nodded. "Sounds bueno. Let's get to huntin'," and now it was her turn to nip her sister right on her rear-end, her bright eyes flashing mischievously.

Competitive, Quill thrust herself (or, attempted to) ahead of Bhreac, a rambunctious growl emitted as she trot forward, nose to the sky. They'd hunt together again... something Eshe had never thought she would get to do.