Noctisardor Bypass This was my youth in the world of nettles

Little Goldfinch made no reply. Druid knew the puppy couldn’t hear her properly, much less understand anything she was saying. Nevertheless, she felt a little better for their heart-to-heart.

When her daughter pillowed her head on one of her litter mates and shut those baby blues, Druid sat back, eyes glancing at the den’s door. Witch didn’t return. She thought of her conversation with Fiona and frowned thoughtfully.

For the moment, there wasn’t much movement in the den. Druid knew not to squander such an opportunity. She settled her head over Goldfinch, closing her own eyes.