Noctisardor Bypass Deep in the shady sadness of a vale

She began to follow the scents, only to halt again when a rabbit darted past, Wylla thundering after it for a few furlongs before skidding to a stop. “Fuck!” The outburst startled Druid and she tensed, though she knew the epithet wasn’t meant for her, right?

Wylla looked strained when she turned to face Druid. If she was irritated with the youth, it didn’t show in her greeting. The young Mäher tentatively waved her tail, taking a few steps closer so the two of them could converse properly face-to-face.

It’s pretty cool, Druid quipped, two-toned eyes sparkling a little before she glanced after the long-gone rabbit. Sorry about your lunch. Maybe we can try to find something else? I’m not very good, she was forced to admit, so I could use the practice. And maybe they would get lucky.