Wapun Meadow [ꕥ] Time's a wastin'

Her eyelids grew heavier by the minute. Weighed down by what felt like an invisible force, when it was just her body telling her it needed rest.

Ever since entering the teekons, her sleep schedule hadn't been perfect. Back when she had the pack and her mother, she never needed to worry about how long it would take to hunt food while waiting for the crew to come back with a seal kill or piles of fish or crab. Now the girl had to hunt for herself – having exhausted the previous night trying to catch a single squirrel. Only to fail and feed on any berry bush she could find instead.

Cera was a young girl, turning young woman, who hadn't truly realized how spoilt or privileged she was until now – and the thought of letting that squirrel get away still hurt her pride tenfold.

Tired, and still a bit hungry, the little sea witch figured a little nap wouldn't hurt. So she dozed, the world drifting off into a semi-dark blur. A figure, tall and cloaked in midnight, had treaded near her, but it hadn't deterred her desired rest….

A figure…tall…and cloaked in midnight….

Cera's eyes snapped open at once; she was no longer alone in the meadow.

The dame's stilt legs scrambled for balance as she stood and snapped her neck towards the direction of the stranger. The fur of her neck bristled in alarm, and eyes remaining owlish, unblinking, and glued to their magnet. A growl even rumbled from her throat by instinct, but more out of fear and uncertainty than anything else.

For now, she'd only watch in silence….