Golden Glade upon the moment i could talk, i was ordered to listen

turns out, if you concentrate super hard on something, you tend to do just a little better. sure, it was no glorious hunt -- but sucking at something was the first step to succeeding at something, and before sionnach reached a year of age she would find some talent in hunting. with fur between her teeth, the wild babe shook at rannoch's scruff, inciting a bout of play from her father.

she grew tired in short order -- mostly because as gentle as rannoch was, he still well outclassed her in the strength department. announcing she wished to nap, sionnach's tail bobbed as she trotted behind the heels of her father, ready to sleep off the rest of the lazy summer day and wake up to terrorize aengus later that evening.