Bearclaw Valley Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain

Athalia was less perturbed by the strangers. Amneris, seeing this as a slight, let out a sharp breath through her nose and went to the woman; the more beautiful of the pair, in her opinion. She sniffed delicately at her forelegs, her interest mild until the woman presented an offering of meat.

This was agreeable to the silent girl. She took a moment to sniff at that, too, before accepting the meal. Amneris realized only then how empty her stomach felt, how good it was to be eating again at last. The pair had thinned in the days spent away from their mother. She ate as delicately as she moved, but greedily; if her sister was not swift, she would be left with nothing at all.