Noctisardor Bypass rokshawa

She awoke at midday again, though Druid didn’t mind it when the temperatures remained reasonable like this. She stretched out atop the log to sunbathe alongside Bracelet, who coiled beside her paw rather than around it to better soak up the sunlight. The pup closed her eyes and tipped her head skyward, enjoying the way the warmth cupped her face.

A familiar voice broke through the afternoon’s tranquility. Druid’s mismatched eyes opened and she looked down at Skaigona and a small animal at her feet. The sight of it twitching feebly on the ground excited the young huntress, though as she took in the sight along with her sister’s words, the urge to kill and eat it subsided quickly.

She stared down at the fuzzy little thing, a strange feeling stirring inside her. Druid subsisted primarily on a diet of meat provided by her parents, though she had made the occasional kill of her own by now. She didn’t mind hunting birds, fish or even some reptiles (apologies, Bracelet) but some dim memory from her infancy stayed her teeth and claws when it came to smaller, warmblooded game.

“Can you fix him?” Skaigona wanted to know. Druid favored her sibling with a sympathetic look, then slithered off the log to more closely inspect the tiny marmot. It didn’t smell like illness or injury, necessarily, but it was clearly not thriving. She wished she had an answer for Skaigona, though the truth was that Druid could only guess.

Maybe it’s hungry, she said quietly, capturing her sister’s gaze. Maybe mama or Mahler can help. They could hunt for it. Or… Druid wetted her lips, thinking. Maybe we could find something in a cache.