Bearclaw Valley a descent into the maelstrom

june challenge: quality

Avicus has lived through an entire moon's cycle. she looks far more lupine and less like a grub with each passing day. she has also grown bolder, stepping from the shelter of her whelping den into the open air.

ah, she is still a grub at heart. the darkness is preferable—

but things move out here! her eyes fix on a monarch butterfly, perched on a bush nearby. she crouches low. watching. waiting.

the color of its wings are the most vibrant thing she has seen. Avicus wants them for herself.