Noctisardor Bypass wild child

When the solitary boy pressed closer, Druid’s attention lingered on him. The only male figure in her life loomed in the background, a fixture in her life alongside Sequoia and Witch. Meeting a second intrigued her, though soon her attention drifted back to the poor inchworm, now the center of four young pups’ attention.

But Druid wasn’t among the group, not really. Finally, curiosity overrode her bashfulness and she inched forward (not unlike the worm), shouldering in between Witch and Worripa. Her eyes flew wide when at that very same moment, Skaigona flung out a paw as if to stomp the little inchworm now making its way up a blade of grass. Luckily, she missed.

“Its!” Druid cried right as her litter mate dropped to her belly, her nose touching the tiny wriggling critter. It clambered onto her nose readily and Witch rose with a giggle, turning to grin at her sister even as the small bug wormed along the taper of her snout.

Relief washed through young Druid and she pressed her muzzle against her sister’s. It was only a matter of time before the inchworm made its way to her, at which point she turned and began furtively slinking back toward the entrance of the den.