Noctisardor Bypass spirits haunt these magic hours, dwelling in the sylvan bowers

druid's reaction caught the curious glint of heda's eye. she could not think what she had said to possibly cause this. and it was uncommon for her sister.
possibly to assure or to redirect, she reached forward to nose her sister's face. "birds go where there is lots of food. or bugs. sometimes when their voices are loud, it's because they saw a hawk or eagle."
"and those birds fish. and they grab little animals." her eyes widened. "i wonder if they could get a baby wolf?" heda shivered, distracted from the train of her own thoughts.