Dragoncrest Cliffs Ti gason vlope nan fouri

The sand turned darker, the more she dug, and by the time she’d dug down enough to sink up to her shoulders when she lay in her pit, it felt quite cool beneath her. The sand on the surface was much warmer, more dry. But the darker sand helped her blend in a bit more. 

She lifted her head to peek through the grasses only to see Étienne there. She gasped in surprise, and her eyes widened when she saw the torn flesh of his nose, and the blood that dripped from it. 

While she ate meat, seeing blood dripping from her brother’s nose was horrifying. He tried to assure her, and curled up next to her but she stiffened and pulled away, whites of her eyes still showing. ”B-b-b-blood, Étienne!” she whispered. She didn’t like the smell of it, and didn’t want any of it to touch her pelt. While she loved her brother and felt bad about him getting hurt, she found herself absolutely foolish with fear to see him bleeding.