Cerulean Cape godly ichor

Morga was not far behind her brother. The voice had summoned them both even though the search for the children was new to her. Everything was new to her here, aside from her home. But things had changed in her absence. She would not waste time mourning the past, not with the future that awaited them. 

Pale front paws sink into wet sand, followed by two dark as the night around them. Her coat, which always seems damp, clings to her lithe form as she glides through the night toward the sound that drew them here. She had no idea what awaited them but she knew it didn't matter, not if there was a chance they could find what they had been searching for. 

she'll arrive next round too<3