Noctisardor Bypass And emptiness is all you know.

She didn't like to feel useless. For a long time it'd been so among the wolves of Brokilon, who had never expected her to be a provider in any way, but it wasn't in her nature to leech provisions without offering something in return. Ciri had spent her first weeks clinging to life after the cold almost claimed her, but as she began to heal she learned a great many things from them. They taught her how to listen to the forest, how to appreciate what it had to offer, and when she announced her intentions to leave when she was able, they taught her how to survive on her own.

Ciri owed them everything. She would not forget them anytime soon, nor the kindness they'd shared with her. She wished she could've given them more as repayment.

In an effort to prevent any further discomfort between she and her father, the swallow did not reject his offering. She reached for the hare tentatively and gathered it between her teeth, tasted copper on her canines. It was swift to remind her of her aching hunger, and she felt the drive to devour the flesh as quickly as her fangs could sever it from bone. Trying for a more civilised approach, Ciri picked quietly at the creature's hide.

"Oh, uh..." she lifted her muzzle only briefly to regard the motion of her sire's jaws as they worked at some plant matter, "what does it do?"