Sawtooth Spire You were taught to kill, so you kill like a machine.

Her wrestling match with Elke was short-lived, as the arrival of another to their densite demanded the attention of both cubs. Ciri emitted a funny little rumbling growl at the sound of approaching paws, a poor attempt at mimicking her mother's warning when she suspected a threat beyond their cave. It ceased, however, on recognition of her father, and the furrowing of her brow smoothed in an instant.

Mahler ducked into the hollow and the little blackbird greeted him with enthusiasm, unable to read his rather empty stare and blank features. She simply felt safe to assume that he was as happy to see her as she was to have his company. Cheerfully, she wiggled and waggled about the grim adult's raven forepaws with a whirlwind tail, babbling nonsense to him.

Soon after, her mother returned, though Ciri barely acknowledged her. With Nyx being an almost permanent fixture in the den, she was eager to make the most out of time spent with the one who dropped by temporarily, and fit herself contently between his willing arms as he lowered to her level, keen to nibble affectionately at the dark furs beneath his throat.