Ravensblood Forest halichoerus

sobeille lifted her gaze from the dark spot in the earth. the scent here was acrid — perhaps stale urine from a long gone predator?

she stepped back to allow her new friend to inspect it if she wished. sobeille’s reserves weren’t totally spent, but she was just starting to understand the concept of conserving her energy — she had a long walk home.

her friend’s head tilt surprisingly endeared sobeille. i be sobeille, from saffique. where you from, suluk—su… sobeille struggled with the foreign sounding name. she settled on an abbreviated nickname. su-su?