Gyrfalcon's Keep Blue turns black,

to the temple atka hurried, anxious to address asvoria. she had been sorting through the flora that had been selectively picked. the herbs she had been taught were from this type of ecosystem. snow was elated at this, but as she was summoned paws were frantically cleaned from the green stains. there was no success, she cursed herself for this, even for for the length this needed conversation had remained in the air. yet she had been consistent on studying the local fauna, vegetation, while patrolling the near areas.

though she recognized this was not was asvoria needed or sought. this was about their gods. atka inhaled a sharp breath, tail low behind her as she approached the priestess.

❝priestess,❞ her tone was light and airy as she greeted the woman, head lowering as she did so.