Noctisardor Bypass broken pieces

She was eight weeks old and “all legs,” according to her mother. Unused to the length of her own limbs, Druid grew clumsy. Simply walking proved tricky at times, as she tried to adapt to a rapidly changing center of gravity. There was plenty of opportunity to practice, though, as Sequoia or Mahler took the four pups on nearly daily forays.

They were on a group outing now, when Druid tripped over her own feet for the nth time. @Witch often helped her when she stumbled, or at the very least waited for her, but her sister didn’t notice this particular fumble. Nobody did. Druid sighed as she watched them keep moving, patiently untangling herself.

She was confident in her ability to catch up to them and had no desire to stray. Nonetheless, she glanced backward to see a figure approach the water they’d just passed moments ago. Druid paused, trying to remember if she’d met this particular wolf. She looked a bit like Wylla, though even from here, the pup could see two eyes.

She glanced off toward where her family had now vanished from view, then back toward the stranger. Druid nibbled at her lip, then decided to scamper after her family, though she would not simply forget the unfamiliar she-wolf, crying out softly, Mama! There a stra’ger. Look…