Whitebark Stream verpassen

She heard the rugged coughing, echoing through the pale trees and above the hum of running water.

Ciri began toward the sound at once, curious and concerned for the source. Along the riverbank she trailed, raven ears pricked and eyes bright, until surprise swam in her dark features at the sight of her father.

"Papa!" Her pace quickened, little paws bringing her swiftly to his flank where she whined softly and reached to poke her nose gently with worry to his ribs, "what's wrong?