Dragoncrest Cliffs we were children of beasts

Kiwi demands to be shown out to hunt something and she smiles, nodding her head. If she wants to learn, she’ll learn, and she enjoys the eagerness so young. She enjoys the chance to teach the next generation of Drageda and finds it more satisfying when they are her own. Artaax and Blixen are active and dutiful members of their pack and though her oldest daughter gives her a bit of a struggle, she wouldn’t stray from listening. That spark she sees in the chocolate girl.

“I’m going to hide this somewhere nearby. You’re going to find it, you think you can do that?” she asks, stepping forward and taking the kill back from the child. Assuming she says yes, Thuringwethil disappears through the redwoods and deposits it, half covered by a large fern leaf but open enough to be seen. She takes the long way back and comes out from another angle of the den to give her the go-ahead to search.

Do you mind putting a fade on this? <3