The Sentinels I looked up to the stars above, to find you once again

her confidence was a fickle and strange thing. the cub could hardly self-identify with any term, though it was becoming standard to look upon beings she had never before seen with a certain degree of trepidation. for now such shyness was shortlived, particularly when food was involved. at her young age she was easily won over with delectable snacks like rabbit liver and rat hearts; tachyon had found himself in her favor at a quicker pace than any other she had met. her first interactions had others quite limited in what they could do; she would stare at them, and run away if approached. 

her damage done to the rodent was minimal at best. her milk teeth could do very little but prick more holes into the thing, and what he witnessed could be likened to vampirism. she'd swallow the thing whole if she could, but she patiently bled the thing out and lapped at the red fluid that came from it. deirdre seemed to forget if she could chew it to a pulp quite yet, too, and was distracted by his whole body moving. this time she did not freeze in fear, but nudged the thing no longer plump with blood toward him as though insisting he partake.