Altar of Twilight zeit

Ciri, too, did not often venture from Moonspear's claim. While she thrived among its wolves where she could not on Sagtannet's spire and spent long hours roaming the territory, the little blackbird was yet to find the confidence to venture beyond the borders. In the time since her family's arrival, she felt she'd made a firm friend in @Altair. It was for him she looked, having picked her way quietly through the woods at the base of their mountain home in search of a fresh trail that might lead her to him.

Her search was cut short, however, as a voice from close by rose to draw her attention. Ciri's tall ears swivelled forward, high atop her crown, recognition clear in the jovial sway of her tail. Without a moment's hesitation, she bounded ohhh in the direction from which the howl had sounded, whimpering with excited anticipation of a long-awaited reunion with her father.

Elke arrived ahead of her, but the gilded sibling's presence there only bolstered Ciri's giddiness. Jaws parted, tongue lolling in a pant from her sprint to close distance between them, the youth moved to press the length of herself against Mahler's strong shoulder and squirm her way beneath his chin. Her whining continued, tearful but jovial, as she shifted to pepper her sire's throat in affectionate nips and kisses.