Ravensblood Forest The white owl in the belfry sits.

Raleska was unused to being a vessel of life for another being; she squirmed as often as her babes, trying to find some comfort in something as uncomfortable as nursing. After a while she gave up, and was relieved to see Stryx's features slowly materialize from the haze that was the midday sun's glare against the Grotto mouth. It took her several seconds to see Stryx's limbs were darkened with dirt; it did not take Raleska much to realize what had just transpired.

Dark. Her lips twisted in a grim line. "Afternoon." She replied back, trying for some mix between "I'm grateful" and "I'm bitter". "Why did you save me?" Raleska suddenly prompted; if it had been her, she was not so sure she would have gone out of her way to help a total stranger..