Shadewood I ain't plastic, call me classic

whenever was possible, solaire liked to try and serve a dual sitter-guardian role, whether that meant watching her younger siblings directly or quietly tracking them from afar when they wandered. today valravn and chacal made their way to the waters, and sol followed- meaning to catch up to them soon enough. an unfamiliar wail from just ahead caught her attention, and her pace increased as she scampered onto the scene, coming to a halt beside her family. 

there lie a girl just older than solaire herself, a mess of water pooled at her chin. sol eyed her suspiciously for a moment- was this what a trespasser looked like? though the sunbeam longed to try a real battle for the first time, this girl didn't look dangerous. she just looked pathetic. 

rusalka, solaire explained in a slight huff. nevermind that this was only temporary land, she wanted to guard it just the same. who are you? she demanded then, tail flicking impatiently as she tried to take charge.