Wheeling Gull Isle My Order has detected an abnormal amount of transliminal energy

ava did not leave ana's side.

not even as ana began to stumble, her clicks turning into something alien and slurred.

not even as she crawled to the den, her posture sprawling and crab like.

and not even as she fell at the foot of it, laid out with the blood pounding drunkenly through a concussed brain.

before she knew it that primordial and endless growl had crept into her throat and made its home there. neurotic and besides herself, ava stood possessively over her collapsed sibling, her hysterical growls filling the small den in a rising series of thunderclaps.