Cerulean Cape godly ichor

No sign of Ava — but from the darkness bloomed a pale figure, no, two of them. Ana stopped abruptly, nearly tripping over her own paws, not hearing Tzedeq. She barked once, half to alert her sibling and half in inquiry of these strangers.

Then Heda's voice; Ana whipped around with a low growl of warning. She did not want to be followed. Yet the sight of her softened the darkling, who had always secretly craved the attention of the golden-eyed mother. She glanced back over her shoulder at the two strangers, suddenly torn.

This night felt fated.

But Ana saw no need to bow to fate.