Sleepy Fox Hollow Folk star

Brook, at approximately seven months, looked a bit more like five. Her growth had been stunted from the constant pecking order of Tortuga, and even though she had thought she was doing well there, it hadn't been enough. She was weary, tired, and most of all: hungry. It had been days since she'd last eaten, and much longer since she'd had a solid meal. Her stomach growled, but that was the norm for her now. She wasn't sure if anybody would take her in this state, but she at least had to try. If there was one thing Tortuga had taught her, it was that giving up wasn't an option.

If there was a world around her, she barely noticed it. All she could sense was the smell of a pack, hope, and the gnawing sensation at her stomach. When she finally puffed up her chest and called for an audience, her voice sounded more hoarse and weaker than she recalled. As the last notes died out, she winced as she folded her back legs underneath her and curled her scraggly tail around her feet. Lakshmi looked a mess, but she did her best to sit up straight and keep her golden eyes on the lookout for whoever would come to greet her.