Silver Creek They're burning down the world

The inexplicable joy that flooded Saena's breast and set her heart aglow was so unfamiliar that for a moment, she wondered if she was ill. Her head swam with it and she became disoriented, which gave Laurel enough time to clamber over her shoulders. What the hell, wondered Saena when she attempted to lift her lower half and couldn't do it. Her swiftly growing Pinky was too heavy for her famine-weakened limbs to lift any longer. "Bawoos indeed," she grunted.

Instead of lifting the girl as she'd wished, though her heart squeezed painfully at the thought of how weak she'd become, Saena dipped her head as low as it could go and attempted to tumble Laurel down onto Indra. Oh, she still hated the girl's red fur with a passion, but it was in the good nature of play that she nipped at her fiery daughter's ear, having hoped to have pinned her temporarily beneath her paler sister.