Noctisardor Bypass the humming

she followed their mother in a jaunting step, green eyes dancing across the world and drinking in all its wonderment. she grinned playfully each time she or her sister clumsily bumped into each other, occasionally nosing druid's snout or teething her shoulder. and when mother halted, so did witch— only to collapse and roll on her back with laughter as her sister face-planted right into sequoia's bum.

her laughter faded as druid became entranced by something, and witch moved to her feet with wide eyes as she took in the carcass before them. she smelled the air warily, less concerned about the flies and much more interested in the smell. following her mother's lead, she stuck her pale face into the ungulate's cavity and began to chew at its softer parts nudged towards her with her tiny, razor teeth.

she didn't notice, at first, that druid wasn't beside her— or the small gasps of her sister, at least not until mother spoke. witch pulled her head from the carcass, small bits of flesh and old blood stuck in her teeth and in the fur around her head. she had always been the bolder of the two, and moved towards the stranger with a wagging tail. if she could speak, she might have asked what was wrong with the stranger's eye (skipping right past polite greeting), but as it was she only had her body and nonsensical sounds to communicate with.

witch offered wylla a playful whine/growl/yawn in greeting as she continued to approach.