Noctisardor Bypass another world

Fiona raised another good point, one that made the tears brim hotter and thicker. Along with them came a strong wave of resentment. Her watery gaze cut toward the den and she savagely wished they would simply die of their own accord. It was a downright wretched thought and Druid didn’t know if it was better or worse than imagining herself actively culling her own children.

Sleep? What’s that? she remarked throatily, eyes slowly finding their way back to Fiona’s face.

She couldn’t look at her long. Druid’s eyes dropped, tears sliding down the length of her silver snout. She stared at her own black feet until they blurred. Fiona’s questions were helping her root out some of her problems, though she still didn’t feel like there was any resolution to be found.

I don’t know how to move forward. This situation is—it’s untenable, Druid whispered to her own blurry toes.