Noctisardor Bypass We'll sneak out while they sleep

Druid returned from a patrol feeling much more drained than usual. She yearned for her warm bed in Dawnleaf, though before she reached it, a wave of nausea gripped her. She stopped in her tracks, sore muscles clenching in anticipation of the usual heaving, though this time the feeling passed. She pressed on wearily.

She’d nearly reached the den when she heard Glaukos’s familiar, heavy footsteps. Druid paused, giving the air an idle sniff in his direction. He had meat with him. Her mouth flooded with saliva, though not because she was about to throw up for once. She was so ravenous, she let out a low whine, as if imploring him to deliver the food to her more quickly.