Nova Peak wasserfarbe

Another hesitant wave of her tail came as the adult shifted to point her muzzle toward her, though it was stilled by the sharpness of the adult's stare. Ciri blinked up at Wylla with wide eyes, acknowledged the chill of fear that crept into her being and felt herself shrink beneath such scrutiny. A whine gathered in her throat and threatened to slip past gritted teeth as all that seemed to radiate from this she-wolf was pure dislike.

Thankfully, the exchange didn't last long, but the memory of was destined to burn in days to come. The Eisen slunk off elsewhere, and relief was quick to slacken Ciri's tension. She watched her go for only a moment before attention turned with hesitation to her original intention of seeking her father, and her button nose twitched as it worked to gather his scent. Stepping forward and into the cave that sheltered him, the littlest Ostrega detected the distinct aroma of exposed flesh - one that she was quick to associate with death.

Her heartbeat quickened, and terror came far swifter this time.

"Papa," said the soft echo of her voice in the hollow as vibrant, fearful eyes scanned desperately for the sight of his face in the darkness. Ciri followed the sound of his voice until she came upon him, closer until the pungent smell of days-old blood could make her stomach writhe. Mahler's question of her little family went unheard, so surprised she was to see his grim condition. The sight of his marred features was enough to stall her; "wh-what happened?"